How dare you!?

I saw him, walking out of Schnucks with a glum look, the white beard, the red suspenders...yes, it was definitely Nick. I know I should have stopped and offered my umbrella to him, but I needed pita bread and hummus like crazy so I just walked on. Perhaps I should have known by his melancholy expression what was to become of him.

After I returned home and bgan unloading my bags from the trunk, I noticed a red hat with white lining and a puff ball at the tip - LYING BENEATH THE TIRE OF A VEHICLE.

I wanted to leave a note on the windshield "How Dare You!", but of course my hands were loaded with shopping bags. Poor Nick.

I was released from Jury Duty today (awesome), and went to lunch with the gentleman sitting next to me in the juror box which lead onto a long walk through downtown, a few beers and a discussion of books and music. We also watched a taxi cab ram into the back of another car. Of course, we fled. The mere thought of being a witness to anything was dreadful enough after sitting in a courtroom for a day.

Still, it was fun making a new friend. I made a few others (we were a wild crew, shushed several times by the deputy) too. Who would have thought jury duty could actually be... entertaining?