I Am A Fugitive

Today I broke the law. Again. Recently I received a juror summons from Cook County. It was waiting for me in Chicago when I got back from roughly a one month vacation back in L.A. Seeing as how I'd been out of the office forever, and they were expecting me to show up a week later, I ditched. Not long after that, I received another. Fair enough, I guess. Things having slowed down a bit at work, I decided that it was probably unbecoming of an officer of the court (technically, anyway) to keep ditching jury duty. Also, I figure they're probably hard asses here, as opposed to back home. So I drove out to Maywood, hung out for a few hours, and got dismissed. Duty fulfilled.

So what's the problem, you ask? I have shirked my juror responsibilities yet again. Today marked the first day that I was scheduled for jury duty....in East Los Angeles! Mind you, I haven't lived in Los Angeles County in roughly six and half years. I carry an Illinois driver's license. I'm not only registered, but I've voted in two general elections in the state of Illinois (one as a Champaign resident, and one as a Chicago resident). This is about the fourth time I've received a juror summons from L.A. County in that time. The first two I ignored. The last one I finally sent in with an explanation that I no longer live there. Hell, even the hospital to whom I "owed" $3,000 (big misunderstanding, long story) finally admitted as much.

This figures to be SOP for the L.A. County court system. According to my dad, my grandmother received two summons (summonses?) after she was dead. I'm surprised my mom sent them back in. I would have called their bluff and said "come git 'er". Anyway, apparently if everything were legit, then I'd be facing a serious fine.

This time I think I'm going to send them a map.