Andrea Peyser Can't Get Out Of Or Get Off At Jury Duty
"Sorry I've neglected you. But last week, I was on jury duty—that torture chamber/insane asylum/singles bar in Downtown Brooklyn." Aw, that's okay, zany Post scold Andrea Peyser! So tell us more. How was jury duty? Hey, and while you're at it, have you had any memorable dreams lately? And also how are your cats? And seriously, what was the highlight of jury duty? "I turned my attention to a couple of jurors who joined up amid the pimps and murderers - a pleasant, heavy-set girl with highly bleached hair, and a guy with close-cropped hair. Within hours, the pair went from flirting to finishing each other's sentences to touching. Forget the bars, girls. Get yourself to court!" Meouch! Is Andrea... jealous? Guess that virgin-deflowering thing never materialized.