Now with grown-up blackboxes!
Today, Chris walked into the room holding an envelope. "Aaaaww! Your first subpoena!" I did a bit of a double-take. "A wha?"
Once I realized the envelope contained what Christine had promised, I did all but skip around the place with the subpoena flying above my head like a kite. I told everyone at work that I'd been served--with a real grown-up subpoena!!!
Normally people wouldn't be so excited to receive a subpoena in the mail. I am, however, insane when it comes to things involving the courts. I've got to be the only person on the planet who actually wants jury duty. So a chance to give actual testimony is like . . . um . . . well, it's cool for me.
It doesn't hurt the excitement that I didn't do anything wrong. This case involves forgery, and I did all I was supposed to do. Which really doesn't make me feel any better about someone pulling one over on me.
Along with my excitement is some nervousness. Not really about testifying, but more about where and when I'm supposed to go. The subpoena gives directions for me to arrive at 8:30am. When I called the number to find out if I actually had to show, the woman at the District Attorney's office didn't yet know if they needed me. She told me she'd call me between 8:30am and 10am to tell me to get up there.
So not only am I served the subpoena less than 24 hours before the court date, I also won't know they need me until the last minute. The judicial system seems totally fair and organized!