I lose everything. For instance, I lost my little proof of service slip from jury duty, and then I got another jury duty notice.
I called the Manhattan county clerk about twenty times, trying to get evidence that I'd showed up. No one answered. Finally, on my fifth call of the day, a man picked up the phone. I quickly explained the situation.
"When you're given proof of service, it is a very important document," he informed me sternly. "It is not something you can just put down and forget about. You need to be more responsible."
And this is when my voice changed. "I understand," I said in a breathier, higher, more excitable voice.
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