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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (14409)	11/20/1998 10:51:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

OOOO-Great!!! Dos Equis--hey it's been a while since you and I sat here and threw a few of those back. Well-you know I was excited about serving on a jury. I got up early to wash my hair and don a serious looking skirt and sweater ensemble, stylish, but not too presumptuous. Then Ammo announced that he had to get to school early to take a test and CW wasn't ready so I had to do it--and also his beans had to be transported. They were having an American Culture Meal in Honors Geography and Ammo had signed up for Boston Baked Beans. Because I have never once cheated on an assignment, I researched the recipe carefully and also the history of Boston Baked Beans (and learned some fascinating facts, if you're interested). Then I bought 2 pounds of dried navy beans and molasses. I figured they could cook all night long. Let me tell you--2 pounds of dried beans makes a LOT of cooked beans. They swelled up and took over the kitchen. I thought they turned out pretty well, but when I picked Ammo up after school he got in the car with the crockpot and 1 1/2 pounds of beans left. "They didn't like them???" I cried in disbelief. "No , Mom. They thought they were real good. It's just that --you know---beans. Well, no one wanted to eat too many beans early in the morning." "THat's silly--I boiled them for hours. They wouldn't cause gas." Ammo looked at me and shook his head. "Mom, I hate to tell you this, but I ate a lot of them. And by the time I got to Theatre, I had to do my monologue with a musical accompaniment." But I digress. After having to deliver beans and boy, I was running a little late and headed down Rt 1709 to the courthouse. The traffic was terrible. So when I got to the turn for the courthouse I sat at the light for two cycles and finally thought, "This is stupid" and went down the shoulder to the light and turned right. At the courthouse, I joined eleven other potential and eager jurors, a couple of whom I knew, and we had coffee and were really enjoying ourselves when they told us that it was time for voir dire. Now I know all about this stuff, being married to an ex-litigator, so I was ready. The prosecutor introduced herself. The defendent was his own counsel. The charge? THe defendant had been arrested driving down the shoulder of the road to make a turn. I kid you not. They asked us if we could be fair and judge this case on its facts and the law. I was excused. How about some baked beans? They're really good.