The title is deceptive. I have no intention of detailing my dating years with Studly Doright. Suffice it to say we made out a lot in parked cars, and at one point he asked, “So, you want to get married or what?”
To which I answered affirmatively, and the rest is history. Ancient and yet present history. No, this post is about Studly answering a summons to report for jury duty here in Gadsden County, Florida.
I get all excited when I’m selected for jury duty. I’ve gotten the summons many times, but was chosen to serve just once. I think maybe my bright pink Pick Me! Pick Me! banner is a bit off-putting to attorneys. I can’t imagine why.
Studly does not share my enthusiasm for performing his civic duty. In fact, his response to the summons included a string of colorful curse words, and he seldom swears.
After he calmed down I assured him it was unlikely he’d have to serve. “They call up tons of folks! What are the odds?” I offered to let him take my lucky pink sign.
Apparently he should’ve taken my sign or purchased lottery tickets this week because he came home from the jury selection on Monday with the grimmest expression I’ve seen outside of a Criminal Minds episode. Another string of imaginative swear words accompanied his telling of the story. I fed him dinner and patted his hand.
Curious, I asked him if they’d been given any idea as to what crime had been committed. He nodded, thoughtfully chewing an extra savory bite of roast that I’d lovingly prepared, but said he wasn’t able to tell me.
Now it was my turn to say something colorful. “Son of a biscuit eater!”
So I changed my tack. I cajoled and flirted. Flashed a sexy thigh. Seductively bent over the laundry basket and wiggled my backside. But he wouldn’t spill the beans.
This morning I sent him on his way with an admonition to be a good little juror, and a husky whisper promising all sorts of naughtiness if he’d just give me the scoop. But, still he refused.
There’s a reason I call him Studly Doright. Dammit!
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
lol, your courtship with Dudley sounds a lot like mine with Moth………aaaaahhh romance, lol. Funny he is about the same with Jury duty, he has served twice, I never have. I don’t think I would be as enthusiastic as you however. If I ever get called up, I will be asking to borrow your pink sign!
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It’s all yours!
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He should be commended for his steadfastness; lesser men would have buckled to the pressure!
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Or laughed hysterically!
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I’ve served twice, several years apart. I think your efforts to get Studly to spill the beans gives some indication of your back seat antics 🙂
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Ha!
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This is a great write. Submit this somewhere. I’m not kiddin’. You will do yourself a grave injustice if you don’t consider doing so. I serious as a subpoena. Some local paper. Some regional or state centric mag. But somewhere. It’s more than worthy.
Regards,
Doug
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I haven’t the foggiest idea how to go about doing that Doug! Thank you, though!
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