We were all asked to stand against the wall and sit down once our name was called so that we could be accounted for. Surprisingly there were a lot of people that didn't show up, even though half the county was still present. Jury duty calls people out of the wood work. There were some rare breeds there and so once my name was called I had to sit
Oh, yes. The tamale lady had the acid reflux issue. Every burp made my gag reflex trigger. She told me from the get go of her issue and I'm not sure how I replied to that because I was in such shock from her repeated mouth expulsions. So, as she sat there with her B.O. infested arm raised to give her excuse I was praying they would call on her since she didn't qualify for the 65 and older category, which I was surprised about. They went row by row and by the time they got to her they somehow started skipping around. The nice perfume lady next to me tried to keep me grounded. For a minute I thought she thought I was the one burping...then I think she saw my face and realized it was not me.
Wow. I'm not trying to speak ill of someones misfortune, but seriously, seek medical attention. So finally they called on the burping tamale lady that was making my shirt smell like her arm pits - we were that close - she said that she has acid reflux and is a diabetic and she also has to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes which would cause her to not be able to sit on a jury. They dismissed her back to the wood work.
The day ended up eventful, educational and enlightening. I can now say I've been called to jury duty and am fulfilling my duty as an American citizen. I will also say that if tamale lady were to enter a belching contest. My dibs are on her any day!
Blach! (that was my gag refelx)