my mother is on jury duty this week. my first question was, did you bring your knitting? i mean, come on. jury duty is a knitter's dream. you're sitting there for like eight hours at a time, just listening. what else are you gonna do but knit? and when you're not sitting in the jury box, you're sitting in the juror's room with all kinds of time to knit. i wish they'd call me for jury duty.
just one problem. my mom said there's no knitting needles allowed in the court house. she said there's a sign right up front when you go in that says it. my mom's not even that big of a knitter and she looked. oh yeah, my mom said she got wanded, too. twice. guess they wanted to make doubly sure she wasn't carrying a concealed susan bates. or, worse: addi turbos. guess they're worried you'll poke out the bailiff's eye. or maybe some crazy person will grab your 14-inch straights and lobotomize himself.
no knitting needles. huh. no wonder those 12 guys were so pissed off.
