I had the pleasure of being called in for Jury Duty last week. It’s been at least 10 years, so as much as I wasn’t excited about it, I figured it was TIME to Do My Duty. That time, years ago, everyone was released a half hour after showing up because the parties decided to settle. Sissies.
This time, not so much. I was called in from the waiting room with 29 other people. What are the chances I would know TWO of those other 29 people? It’s a Small World After All!
First, let me tell you how unsettled I was because my left sock started sliding under my foot inside my boot as I walked up to the courthouse. WTH? I knew this would be an issue, and I cussed silently to myself. Do I Leave it on and act like everything is ok? Take off just the offending sock and spend the day with one? Take off both?
Who has time for a problem such as this when you’re about to focus on solving a crime?
As this went through my head, I was in line for security. I don’t know about you, but this is when my brain goes into overdrive: WHAT IF I HAVE A GUN ON ME? I mean I don’t generally have a gun on me, but what if that is just a story I tell myself and I’m fully armed?
I’d actually thought about this last night, and I cleaned out my purse and <em>guess what I found?
Yep, a pocket knife that my Aunt gave me a few months ago, after cleaning out her deceased BIL’s things. I’d forgotten about it. I left it on the counter at home, but now I’m wondering if I’d forgotten I had a gun, a taser or a machete. </p>
The good news is, this time, I had none of those and they let me in. </p>
The fun began Once the thirty of us were called in. I mean, it was interesting. <em>Have you been in a courtroom?</em> You’ll be surprised to know since I do speak about shanking people quite a bit, that this was my first time.
(FYI, I just searched my blog and there are 68 posts containing the word Shank. I might need an intervention.)
Turns out it was a Civil Trial and the entire process was fascinating. The plaintiff’s attorney asked several general questions to the whole group, then would pinpoint people to discuss further depending on their answers. At first, I was nervous because I hate speaking in public and I worried that I would inadvertently blurt out that I have a large collection of shanks.
The plaintiff’s attorney asked if anyone had recently been through a renovation or building process with a contractor; how long did it take, were you happy with the process, etc….
Suz: Yes, we just had a complete renovation after suffering damage from Hurricane Ian. My contractor did a lovely job, but it took forever. I could only complain so much, and there was no lawsuit involved because my husband is my contractor.
EVERYONE INCLUDING THE JUDGE LAUGHED!
It didn’t take me long to figure out I would NOT be asked to stay as a juror. I won’t divulge much, but the case pertained to a good portion of our business. I had a RED FLAG on my name when I explained what We Do. </p>
Anyhoo, while the attorneys were questioning us, I might have had smoke coming out of my ears as I tried to figure out their angle. Like, who were they looking for exactly? It was baffling, and when they chose the seven people, they were not who I thought they’d choose, so if you ever need Intuition Advice, don’t ask me.
What also struck me was the number of people who CLEARLY DID NOT WANT TO BE THERE and seemed so put off. I mean, I understand people are busy, but if you were the people on either side, wouldn’t you want someone there to hear your case? To help you?
How do you think I handled my sock situation?
Have you served on a jury?