Jury Duty – O.k. I know it is supposed to be a privilege and all, and really I guess it is, but honestly, do they have to make it SO uncomfortable? We are seated absolutely shoulder to shoulder. How am I supposed to write about any of these people if at any given moment at least 4 of them could read everything I am writing if they so choose?
Oh My God, I just swallowed my spit wrong (oh whatever, you know you have done it before too). Anyway, it is dead silent in here and now I am going to collapse into a total coughing fit – Cool! Maybe if I just breathe through my nose – cough, cough, crazy inhale/snort noise, cough, cough, NICE. O.K. so the breathing thing didn’t work, but I have managed to get myself back in control in relatively short order, so those around me may think that I have the whooping cough, but probably haven’t made the leap all the way to the Ebola virus.
Oh yeah! We now get to watch a video detailing the finer points of jury duty, which, as you might imagine, is riveting. But, hey, wait a minute the picture of the jury room they just showed in the video looked WAY swankier than where we are sitting right now; maybe there is hope.
Here comes the bailiff (have I mentioned he looks EXACTLY like a Rescue Hero action figure?), let the games begin… Good News – I get to go home and it is only 9am. Bad news, I have to come back on Wednesday and I know I will be here for the entire day, as I will be serving for the coroner’s inquest. More good news, as far as bailiff Lloyd is concerned a few of us just “scored” a bulls-eye, home run, sentence for our jury duty. We shall see. Other bad news, I may never know if there is a swankier jury room than the one I inhabited today.