A few weeks ago I received a summons for jury duty for the first time, scheduled for today. So this morning I got up and put on khaki pants and a polo shirt for the first time in almost a year, and drove down to the courthouse. I checked in and sat in a room with a few dozen other people waiting to see if we were going to be selected to actually sit on a jury. They said there were 3 trials scheduled for today, and there would only be a handful of us who wouldn’t be needed, but the earliest they would be able to release anyone would be 1pm.
Around 10am or so they called back the group for the first trial, and about an hour later a handful of them came back. At that point the court clerk came out and told us that the jury for that case was selected, another case was settled with a plea, and the third was postponed to another day. So we were let go around 11am.
It was great to be able to go home early, but I was actually looking forward to sitting on a jury and being a part of it all. I assume it would be like every courtroom drama I’ve ever seen in TV and movies. I wanted to see the judge throw the book at someone, or alternately have somebody rush in at the last minute with some new evidence that exonerates the seemingly guilty defendant. Those are really the only two options.
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