The MOST DREADED letter EVER came in the mail last week—you know what I mean—Jury Duty.
Since I’ve turned eighteen, I’ve received a yearly summons to do my civic duty and serve on a jury. I didn’t serve for five of those years while attending college. But once I graduated, I served yearly until I married and had kids. With little ones at home, I found taking time was harder to do. Then the kiddoes hit high school and since, I’ve only been called a few times. *Crossing fingers* that will continue to be the case.
Honestly, I don’t mind serving. I find it interesting even if sitting around all day and nothing happens. I take a book and needlepoint. I make friends around me and if called to a panel, make friends there.
On the last panel I sat on, the defense attorney picked apart every single phrase of the charge and did so with every potential juror. This went on forever. I swear the judge napped. So when he got to me, he said, “And here’s the juror with my favorite last name.” Everyone turned around and looked. “Batman.” Being polite, I nodded. He began his shtick of dragging things on. I’d had enough especially in light of him focusing on my last name. I said, “If you do your job, and she does her job, I’m positive I can do my job.”
The attorney was shocked. The judge chuckled. The other potential jurors went, “Yea, what she said.” Obviously, they’d had enough too.
He continued on and on. Finally, we broke for lunch. Great relief.
After lunch, he started his spiel again. This time, another man commented about how the whole process was dragging on and several other jurors said again, “Yea, what he said.”
I think the attorney got the message. He sped his program up.
So after all the time waste, we were sent to the hallway to wait. Then names were called out, and the people picked for the jury were the ones I’d label milquetoast. Nice, plain, ordinary folks. Not troublemakers like me and the other guy and the engineer on the first row who could calculate the space between sprinkler heads. LOL
Have you ever served on a jury?
In Temporarily Employed, my romantic comedy mystery, Hattie has to go to court and fun stuff happens. Find TE at: Amazon