Today, I, The T-Dude have been summoned by my county to sit in a room all day waiting to be called for a jury.
You would think they'd know better.
I can't decide, am I Henry Fonda in Twelve Angry Men or John Cusak in Runaway Jury?
Well, seeing as how I'm just as likely to make a snap decision as the next guy and I don't have a secret in my past that would make me want to publicly screw a jury consultant, I guess I'll just have to be me.
Maybe I'll just do my Fonda impression all day for the fun of it...