"You'd never make jury duty, anyway," he said to me, a twinkle in his eye.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, three reasons. First, you're college educated. Second, you're obviously just very nice. And third, you're a professed Christian."
I laughed.
"Really?" I said. "I mean, I guess that makes sense. But it seems rather silly."
"Well, it's just true. No defense attorney in their right mind would allow you to sit on a jury."
"I guess I'll just have to find three people even more 'undesirable' than I am," I said.
"Yup," he replied, "that'd work."
