Stop and Smell the Waiting Room.
Nowadays, once you complete jury duty in New York City, you're off the hook for eight whole years (but don't quote me on that). Some people dread doing their time-the painful hours of sitting and waiting that ultimately lead nowhere-while others sign up for it willingly (my grandmother used to volunteer). People like myself fall into a third category: They could give or take the time but the dusty novels on their nightstand beg to differ, and what better excuse to dive into a good book than court mandated leisure? It's kind of like flossing at work, where you get paid to do-a-body-good. Enjoy!
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