It’s a beautiful late afternoon! Fat Joe walks to his mail box to get the mail. He whistles. He feels good: soon it will be dinner time. Angie, Joe’s lovely and slim wife has been cooking all day. Maybe today Fat Joe will get a check in the mail and not the usual bills and junk mail. He smiles with anticipation. He is jolly: life may turn for the better after all.
Fat Joe walks into the kitchen, sits at the table, and goes through the mail. Oops, no check! The last piece of mail is a summon. “Oh, no! Not again!” Fat Joe huffs and puffs. He hates to go to court to serve as a juror, and end up waiting to be selected what seems to be forever.
Angie inquires what’s wrong. Fat Joe explains he been summoned as a petit juror. Angie assures Fat Joe they will send Fat Joe soon the very day he shows up in court: “You, a petit juror? I know they have made a BIG mistake, Honey!”
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