Monday, March 31, 2008

mandated hookey

I can't say that I'm a huge fan of serving jury duty, but I do like leaving at 10:30 and being told you're done for the day.  Did I go back to work?  

Heck no.  I'm excused for the day.  No way I'm going to show up and let them think I'm available to work.  Only a fool would do that, and my Mom didn't raise a fool.

Although there was a Fool today who showed up.  He was mad that he had been drafted to civic duty.  And he talked back to the judge twice.  She raised her voice and told him that she "didn't appreciate being talked to like that".  Fool kept mouthing off, and I walked out of the room as she stood up and raised her voice even louder.  I thought, poor Fool.  He's going to be held in contempt...  and we went back to the big juror holding room.  About fifteen minutes later, Fool came into the room.  He didn't say anything else the rest of the morning.

Nope.  I'm hanging out, and the cat is so excited that she left her sleeping perch on the bed and has come to sleep next to me instead.  I rank.

Apparently there were three trials today, but two pleaded out, and tomorrow I have to show up for jury selection of the third trial.  Maybe I won't get chosen.  I'll have to pick out a new book.


Cerulean Bill said...

Where I used to work, it was considered a badge of honor to go back to work -- even if you'd just spent the whole day at the courthouse.

Me, I'm with you.

~lifedramatic~ said...

What say you Vols fan?? I'm calling you out on my blog!

No love for the lady Vols?