Unlike my fantasy of marching in to civically-duty, most of jury duty turned out to be waiting, and complaining about waiting with my fellow waiters. I quickly pulled out my book, hoping it would ward off the chatterboxes like it usually does on public transit. That didn't work. The woman sitting across from me, whom I affectionately nicknamed "Rag Lady," really wanted to talk. At first that was great as she shared the details of her work in the rag business. "Everybody needs rags," she told us as she spun out stories of the big bucks she makes selling rags to factories. I learned about the many different kinds of rags, how to tell what rag is good for what job, the margin on rag trading (hint: it's big), and more about rags than I knew there was to know.