I just got summoned for Jury Duty. That's cool, except it's smack in the middle of my rehearsals for Fuddy Meers, my next play (I'm the Limping Man, a role I can't wait to tackle). I've never done this jury duty thing, and I dunno if it'll be a conflict or not. All I know about jury duty I learned from the movies. Will I be sequestered? That'd be fun, except for the "missing my play" part.
I'm sure it won't be a problem, but that won't stop me from fretting.
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Last night I was at the laundromat doing the towels, when a friendly and lovely woman whom I knew from another show talked to me. It was a pleasant conversation but I realized afterward that any red-blooded het man would have, y'know, asked her out in my position (single, attracted, interested). We even talked about upcoming plays, and I didn't think to ask her to any of them. How did I get so deflected from The Pursuit of Happiness?
Maybe I just felt awkward because it was laundry day, and I wasn't exactly dressed to impress. I was wearing the same t-shirt I've been exercising in for the past week, so I probably smelled a little too much like a red-blooded het man. On the other hand, she approached me. Maybe the pheromes drew her. If I took my shoes off she might have proposed.