one not the least bit angry woman

I don't usually associate the term "discharge" with anything pleasant but in this case, it's glorious. After about seven hours of reading, twiddling my thumbs and playing a few games of Tetris on my cell phone, I was officially released from jury duty. It's true! I'm free!!

Dude, my name was never even called. I sat there killing time while scores of others were summoned into the other room. By the time 3:30 rolled around, some chick stepped up to the mic and told us we could leave. That means I get credit for the appearance and I am off the hook for at least six years!! Is it wrong that I treasure the proof of attendance certificate more than my college degree?