Oh, the joy! The absolute joy! Archie couldn’t a recent moment when he had felt so . If he could sing, he would have sung. he could dance, he would have danced. If could have shouted to the world, he would shouted to the world, “I’m free, I’m free!”
had been in “jail” for the last week. mental jail, to be sure, but it still like jail. About six weeks ago, he had his almost annual jury summons. Printed on the of the white envelope, in bright red letters, : OFFICIAL JURY SUMMONS ENCLOSED—Registration Required within 5 days. friend of his had been throwing away such for at least 20 years. Archie couldn’t do —he felt that his luck was so bad that he tried it, his summons would be the with the concealed microchip that recorded him throwing envelope in the trash. Then he really would in jail. So, he dutifully filled out the and waited until his starting date—November 5, a . For that week, he would be “on call” “no more than five days.”
As instructed, he the 800-SRV-JURY number on the Saturday preceding November . He tapped in his PIN and jury group . He listened, and sighed with relief; the recording told him to call again Monday after 5 .m. So, one day out of five was gone!