As you may remember, I ended August with jury summons. Wednesday was my big day. Each summons has a number on it. The night before, you call the courthouse and see if your number is one of the ones needed the next day. I was #80. Numbers 1-99 were required to attend. Drat.
Pre-blog, I received my first summons when I was pregnant with Seth. It was incredibly inefficient. I was in the first group of potential jurors for a trial in which a man's defense for stealing beer from a grocery store was that he had taken a whole bottle of anti-anxiety medicine and it had hyped him up. I figured as a nurse, they wouldn't want me. They did. The trial barely got started by the end of the first day. We arrived on the second day, waited in our little room for about 90 minutes, and were told the case was dismissed. Really?
I got my second summons while I was on maternity leave with Amelia. I was swiftly excused that time, which is why I didn't try to play the stay-at-home mom card this time. I figured Nathan could take
one day off.
I arrived at the courthouse at 8am. At 8:20, the clerk started all the rigamarole she does on a daily basis, after which we were given a 40 minute break. That time came and went, and another hour passed before the phone rang, at which time she told us we were excused for lunch until 1:50. Really? Luckily, Nathan and Amelia were in town so I was able to meet them for lunch. But then I still had two hours to toodle around town. All I could keep thinking of was that it would have been a perfect time to take a carload (yes, I have that much) of stuff to the consignment shop, or to go to Target
with a list. Live and learn. Next time, I will bring stuff to do
outside of the courthouse, as well as inside.
Back downtown, we watched Chilean miner #18 raised to safety, and then the phone rang. We were being excused for the day, but we had to wait about five minutes for the necessary paperwork. And then the fire alarm went off. Really? So we walked down four flights of stairs and across the street. Six firetrucks came. The clerk was going to make us go through security and go back up to the room to officially excuse us, but another courthouse employee who happened to be on jury duty that day talked her out of it.
I was so annoyed. Yes, as far as jury duty goes, it was a breeze. But if you knew you only had one case that day, why did you need 99 people? If you knew they were going to file all the motions before juror selection, couldn't we have just come in after lunch? If I ask Nathan to take a day off of work for me, I want it to be for something fun like shopping at the outlet solo, or important like a meeting or appointment. This was a waste of a day!
The highlight of it all? The next morning when I dropped Seth off at school, his teacher cautiously asked if I was okay. When I said yes, she told me that Seth told her the day before that Nathan was picking him up from school because I had had surgery. HA!!!! We both got a chuckle out of that when I explained it was jury duty. She was almost had to go two weeks ago, and when she explained to the kids that she might be gone, most of them came home to tell their parents that she had to go to jail for one day...ah, kindergarten logic!