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"You'd never make jury duty, anyway," he said to me, a twinkle in his eye. "Why?" I asked. "Well, three reasons. First, you're college educated. Second, you're obviously just very nice. And third, you're a professed Christian." I laughed. "Really?" I said. "I mean, I guess that makes sense. But it seems rather silly." "Well, it's just true. No defense attorney in their right mind would allow you to sit on a jury." "I guess I'll just have to find three people even more 'undesirable' than I am," I said. "Yup," he replied, "that'd work." |  |