Courthouse Steps Part 2

This is a follow up to last night’s post on jury duty.

How was work today suckers? I wouldn’t know how things went on the job because I sat in a room and read all day, except for my two hour lunch break (a break from doing nothing by the way).

Forgive me for calling you guys suckers a moment ago. I’m just lashing out because I was, once again, terribly disappointed by my jury duty experience.

As I mentioned last night, I had jury duty today and I went into it with high expectations of Law & Order style courtroom action, broken up by a bus ride to a lunch spot. In the end I only got the bus ride and a piece of paper telling me I was done for at least a year.

I’m very disappointed. I wanted to be on a jury because I’m a civics nerd and also because I could use some new friends.

You see, every time I’ve been called for jury duty I’ve seen groups of people leaving the building after the trial they served on has concluded and they are always chatty and friendly, like the experience has brought them all together. Sometimes they exchange numbers and make plans because they are jury pals now. I’ve always wanted jury pals.

Instead I was just sent home without ever being called into the courtroom. No trial, no excitement and no jury pals. Total ripoff.

7 thoughts on “Courthouse Steps Part 2”

  1. I LOVED jury duty. Our case was like a tv drama, so exciting, and I did make a great friend. I call her Juror 5 and she calls me Juror 4.

  2. I served as foreperson for a frivolous lawsuit. I still smoked at the time and we would be deliberating and I’d be like “We’re taking a cigarette break now!” and of course, no one else smoked. They all hated me. Fun times. Not like a TV drama. Maybe if MTV does a reality jury show. More like that.

  3. Hah! I ‘outed’ for years from serving based on caring for my husband. They got me last year so I let my imagination run with thoughts of some big case that I would give my all tooooo…..I sat, and I sat and was told that I too was done for the year! It pisses me off to know that 6 to 8 hours of my life was held “on hold” when I could just as well used that same time at home arguing with the hubby!

  4. Or it could have gone horribly wrong like that Demi Moore movie. What was it called again? I’m kidding.

    I am more interested on where you went on the bus to eat lunch…

  5. Berta, 6-8 hours is nothing. Did you ever have to do the full two weeks of sitting? I have, twice! The one day/one trial thing is such a relief.

    And Mr. 8 Track Kid, I’m sorry it didn’t turn out like you wanted. Same for me last time I served, but at least I got to sit next to Selma Hayek.

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