After working overtime all week at work the last thing I wanted to do today was report for Jury Duty in JP court. I get outa bed early, well early for me especially on my Saturday morning. (See:previous post)
I lose the key to the rental car and have to retrace my steps from last night. Found them between the cushions of my recliner where they slipped out of my pants pocket. I drove like a fool to make it on time. I get to the jail (convienient place for a courtroom, eh?) and am forced to sit squeezed together like sardines with complete strangers. Let's just say I had personal space issues.
They call roll and you'd be surprised how many didn't show. We were thanked for showing up and told the ones that didn't would get a nasty letter. She also explained how people had died to give us the right to have a jury of our peers decide our fate. I kinda think this JP took her job a bit more serious than others I've met. I don't recall other JP's wearing the black Judge's robe. She was giving off a Sarah Palin vibe as well.
Note to self: Stay outa her court.
The justice excused herself for a moment to meet with the prosecutor and the defendant's attorney. When she returned we were told they had settled the case and we were free to go.
Well, the day wasn't a total loss. I almost got to perform my Constitutional duty and I got to pull the "moving my mouth with no words coming out" bit on the Desk Clerk in the waiting area sitting behind bulletproof glass with a microphone that kept shorting out. Anytime you get the chance to do that, it's a good day.