Late Wednesday night, I got an email from Dad saying that I had been sent a letter summon-ing me to jury duty in the county where I used to live. He called the county and told them that I had moved and they told him that I had to send them proof. Since we went out of town, the first time I was able to take care of this was today...also the day I'm supposed to show up in court. So...I call the courthouse and tell them the deal and ask them if it's okay to send them a bank statement. The conversation went as follows:
Me: So, I'm wondering if it would be okay for me to send a bank statement to prove that my address has changed.
Condescending Clerk: Well, do you have a driver's license or a light bill?
Me: No...I haven't gotten a new license yet and all the bills are in my husband's name since I moved in with him after we got married.
Condescending Clerk: Oh...well, okay. Just fax a copy of your bank statement attn: Witch to 666-6666.
Me: Okay, thanks so much. I really appreciate this.
Concescending Clerk: Well, I mean, it's not up to me. The judge (or whoever does that) will have to approve this. I mean, I think he will, but who knows.
Me: ::LAUGHING:: Are you serious? I mean, I guess if he doesn't I'll see you in 6 HOURS.
Condescending Clerk: Okay...well, have a nice day.
Me: Yeah. You too.
UGRHHHHHHHH. Not what I need right now. The next post may be from jail...if they come to arrest me for not showing up!
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OH my golly goo, KK - that is (nervous laughter) really funny. Ummmm ... let's hope the judge is in a good mood and likes women. Wowzers, just when we thought the boat was rocking ... a flippin' sea gull lands one in your eye. Miss you already.
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