What are the odds? Seriously. For the first time in my 29 years I was summoned for jury duty. I'm sure I felt the same internal eye roll that everyone feels when they get that piece of mail. I think I literally said out loud "please be junk mail! An ad for a credit card! A bill!" No friends, it was Lady Justice and she came a-callin'.
Ok, FINE. After one postponement (for my college girls weekend) it was time to make good. After all, what are the odds that I actually get on a jury? really.
So let me first say that you should never, NEVER send a Starbucks tall Chai Latte through a security conveyor. Especially when it sits over half full with your only "investment" purse and your only book for the long wait you anticipate for the morning. This is not a good idea because the likelihood of it falling over and filling the area with the sweet smell of the Orient is just too good.
So my first stop was the ladies room to wipe down all of my belongings. Good start.
Finally we get to the name calling. Good, in and out because I've got a lot to do today. I'm placed in line position number six. We file in. They ask questions. Dismiss a few folks. Ok, then I realize that they are only talking to the people sitting in the first six seats. What luck. I should buy a lottery ticket. And with a sweep of her hand the judge thanks everyone for coming out and the first six seats get to stay.
Thus went the next day and a half.
As annoying as it was to be picked, the process was actually very interesting, and seeing as how I'm on the other side, I can say that it was a good experience. Except for after the trail was over and we found him guilty we had to pass him in the hallway cussing up a storm and kicking some pillars. Hope he doesn't have a good visual memory!
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