As usual, I was going through the day’s mail, and there it was, a jury summons. Hmmm, I thought, because I was just excused from the federal Grand Jury pool because of my unemployment and job search.
Then I looked closer at the address, and it wasn’t addressed to me, but to the 2nd husband of the original owner of my house. By my estimate, the guy has to be dead at least 20 years. That opened my slacker mind to mischief, so I crossed out the addressee on the summons, wrote ‘Return to Sender’ (with no explanation) on the front, and stuck it in the nearest corner mailbox.
I’m just waiting for the deputies to show up at my door with a bench warrant for someone who’s been worm food since Ronnie Reagan was in office 