Heading in for week two of jury duty this morning.
Myself and an elderly gent were the last two on my bus.
He asks, “Where are you off to sweetheart?”
I answer, ”High Court.”
He giggles, “What did you do?” And I laugh, getting ready to leave the bus.
He continues. “What are you in for? Stealing the hearts of men?”.
I smile modestly. “Manslaughter.”