Calling Charlotte A. Cavatica

I had to report for jury duty this morning — something that I have somehow never been called for in three decades of adulthood. (And to answer the unasked question: Yes, I have driven and voted during that entire time.) While the bailiff was discussing our civic duty, I was amused to notice a figurine sitting on her desk: a swine with wings.

I’m sure that bailiffs hear every farfetched excuse in the world from various John/Jane Q. Citizens about why they need to be excused from jury duty. And I daresay that the figurine’s owner occasionally would like to reply: “After that story, we’ll let you off when pigs …”

Well, you know the rest.