Nads
12-16-2003, 10:55 AM
Well after four times of going to jury duty I finally got called up. It was for an armed robbery whilst using a mask.
After two hours of grilling, the jury pool got sent home because of a technicality. This waste of a day started at 8.00 a.m and ended at 4.00 p.m.
I did get to glean some insight into human behavior. And let me say that if I were at the mercy of some of my fellow yahoos, I'd be in deep shit.
Meanwhile during lunch break I walked home (I live four blocks from the vulture palce that is the Orange County Courthouse.) I had no power at my house from 9.30 p.m the night before. I got my '60 Chevy wagon to go hunt for this 1936 issue breaker.
On 1nterstate 4
there was a guy waving at cars from the side of the road, it was going into a blind curve and BAAAAAMMMM I hit the fucking giant metal thing he'd spilled from his pickemup. The car felt fine so I went on. After I found out that this 1936 issue breaker was sold carried by only one company in town I left. That's when I heard the bap-bap sound that spells split tire carcass. I babied the car home and got the '34.
I went to the other electrical place by my house, the Federal Pacific Stab Lok twin 100amp breaker was $225.
Ouch!, Double ouch! And the summbitch is made in Mexico.
I managed to replace the breaker, get power in my house and return to my civic duty in 1 1/2 hours.
Needless to say I had a very fucked up and expensive day.
The thing I'm most pissed about is that I have to buy a new tire because of some assholes carelessness with packing his overloaded truck.
Idiots like this ought to have their driver's license revoked.
After two hours of grilling, the jury pool got sent home because of a technicality. This waste of a day started at 8.00 a.m and ended at 4.00 p.m.
I did get to glean some insight into human behavior. And let me say that if I were at the mercy of some of my fellow yahoos, I'd be in deep shit.
Meanwhile during lunch break I walked home (I live four blocks from the vulture palce that is the Orange County Courthouse.) I had no power at my house from 9.30 p.m the night before. I got my '60 Chevy wagon to go hunt for this 1936 issue breaker.
On 1nterstate 4
there was a guy waving at cars from the side of the road, it was going into a blind curve and BAAAAAMMMM I hit the fucking giant metal thing he'd spilled from his pickemup. The car felt fine so I went on. After I found out that this 1936 issue breaker was sold carried by only one company in town I left. That's when I heard the bap-bap sound that spells split tire carcass. I babied the car home and got the '34.
I went to the other electrical place by my house, the Federal Pacific Stab Lok twin 100amp breaker was $225.
Ouch!, Double ouch! And the summbitch is made in Mexico.
I managed to replace the breaker, get power in my house and return to my civic duty in 1 1/2 hours.
Needless to say I had a very fucked up and expensive day.
The thing I'm most pissed about is that I have to buy a new tire because of some assholes carelessness with packing his overloaded truck.
Idiots like this ought to have their driver's license revoked.