My Day in Court
I had jury duty yesterday. Here's a summary of the order of events:
8:00: Left my house to walk over to the courthouse. Nice crossing guard lady escorts me across the street.
8:15: Arrival at courthouse. Set off beeper while going through security. I start to remove my belt, knowing that to be the culprit. Security guard stops me and waves me through. Wow, nice that they're taking my word for it now.
8:16: Wait in line.
8:20: Allowed to sit down in marshalling room. Get to watch video hosted by local television personality explaining what an honor it is to be here.
8:30: Nothing happens.
8:45: Nothing happens.
9:00: Jury panel called. Not on the list.
9:15: Nothing happens.
9:30: Reading interrupted (Seabiscuit) to be informed by jury wrangler that nothing is happening.
9:45: Nothing happens.
10:00-12:00: Nothing happens. War Admiral seems to be a formidable opponent.
12:00: Lunch. Meatball sandwich and orange soda procured from pushcart vendor outside the courthouse. Great conversation about former juries, the OJ trial, and possible future book deals.
1:00: Back to work. Once again, security waves me through as I go inside. Feeling safer all the time.
1:15: Nothing happens. Jury wrangler offers to put on video. Selection: Sleepless in Seattle, A League of Their Own, Forrest Gump, and Apollo 13. We decline. Apparently no Tom Hanks fans in the crowd.
1:30-3:00: Nothing happens.
3:00: Allowed to leave. The guy pleaded guilty.
All in all, I got about 150 pages read. A successful day.
posted by jimbo @ 8:44 AM
2 Comments:
For those of you who have not seen Jim lately, I can assure you that he is not exaggerating that when the security beeper goes off the culprit is, for certain, the belt. He has a Texas-sized buckle to go with his boots (which, thankfully, are not steel-toed).
Shame on you, Jim, reinforcing negative Texas stereotypes in Philly. Alas. All the more work for the rest of us to break them down. I married into a family of Southern Baptist Democrats, so I'm doing my part, but still.
Boots are ok, but a belt buckle?
As long as its smaller than your head, I might be willing to forgive you.
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