Originally Posted by
csadn
I look like a Mafia consigliere.
Actual Event: I was dragged into jury duty when I live din Omaha. I showed up in the one respectable outfit I owned -- black pinstriped double-breasted suit; wingtips; black fedora. I sat down and waited. After a time, I heard a voice behind me say "I wonder which Mafia family he's with."
Without missing a beat I said, "Gambino -- why do you ask?"
About ten minutes later, I looked up, and noticed everyone was sitting as far from me as possible....
When I got home, I received an automated phone call stating "your presence is no longer required" (term was supposed to be two weeks; I got one day).
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