So, I did C, followed by D. Obviously, sweetcoalminer is right and I should have done A. But I’m cowardly. And neurotic. And I was not selected for that jury, anyhow, so the court system and I and poor Mr. H—-, the alleged burglar, dodged a major bullet.
And I’m left hoping that my friend’s friend will break up with her boyfriend, just to reduce my chances of running into him anytime soon and having to explain why I stated under oath that I’d never seen him before in my life.