The Quad is going to be at 75% power for a while. 25% of us is stuck on a trial.
The thing about living in DC is that you get called for jury duty every two years. Sometimes you even receive the summons prior to the precise two year point from when you last served.
This led to a conversation about how Jenny's mom always gets put on trials. She attributes this to the fact that for a long time she worked with juvenile delinquents. She is now very involved with work that involves teenage gang members. And so when summoned, she is always selected for a jury.
Because, according to Jenny, she is all about justice.
Bob and I have to take everything and run with it. So one of us started with, "Yeah. Jenny's mom is all about justice. In fact, Jenny's mom is justice."
I can't remember which of us it was.
But then the other was all, "Yeah. And if justice were strawberries, we'd all be drinking smoothies."
Eventually it devolved into the truly inane.
"If justice were underwear, we'd never sleep naked."
"If justice were paper cuts, we'd all be bleeding profusely."
"If justice were ironic, we'd all be Alanis Morissette."
Back and forth.
I'm sure there could be lots of better ones, but you see where we were going.
It's actually kind of fun. If you're a big nerd.
Go ahead and roll your eyes. We have a good time. Because honestly? If justice were sea otters, we'd all be holding hands.