I had jury duty again this week. I had to show up this time, which meant I had to be there at 0800. I took out Grilltech's socks because we're not suppose to have any knitting needles or crochet hooks at the court house. I dug out some wood DPNS and cotton yarn, put them into my bag because I'm not one to not have any knitting around.
I'm standing in line with my purse in the plastic bin. It goes through the X-ray machine while I walk through the metal detector, which goes off on me. I had to stand with my arm spread while the guard wands me. Mean while, my purse is sent through three times. I get sent over and the guard asks me to pull out my keys. I hand them to him, and the purse goes through again. He shakes his head tells me, there is something else in my purse. So I start digging and pull out a small knife. Fuck! I'm such a dumbass. He looks at me, gives me a lecture about not bringing weapons to the court house and since I was a juror he would be nice and hold it for me.
He then asks if I have any crochet hooks for the yarn in my purse. I look him straight in the eye and tell him, honestly Nope, no crochet hooks. He didn't notice the wood needles and I wasn't going to point them out.
Yip, I'm a lying dumbass but it was worth it.