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Thursday, May 30, 2019

Story 291: Jury Duty, Away We Go!


(Monday morning at the county courthouse.  Members of that week’s jury pool wander their way downstairs to the assembly room to spend the next several hours/days, waiting, waiting, and waiting)
Jury Pool Member 1: (To Jury Pool Member 2) Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?  (Points to an empty chair at a long table)
Jury Pool Member 2: (Briefly looks up from 1,000-page novel) Nope: all yours.
Jury Pool Member 1: Sweet.  (Sits, drops a huge camping bag onto the table, and unpacks a laptop, noise-cancelling headphones, video game console, pedicure tub, submarine sandwich, coffee maker, and an apple) Let me know if I’m in the way.
            Jury Pool Member 3: (To Court Employee at check-in) What do you mean I didn’t have to come in today?!
            Court Employee: Your number’s in the group that’s on-call so you didn’t have to come to the courthouse today; said so clearly on the phone message, Web site, e-mail –
            Jury Pool Member 3: So I took a day off from work for nothing?!
            Court Employee: Appears so.  (Hands back summons form) Enjoy.  Next!
           Jury Pool Member 3: (Stands off to the side of the line, staring at the summons) They didn’t need me to come in today… but work thinks I’m here… I have the rest of the day off… AND NO ONE KNOWS WHERE I AM!!!  (Runs out of the courthouse screaming in victory)
            Court Employee: (To the Jury Pool) Right, everyone’s now marked as “Present” so they don’t get arrested; here’s the video.  (The rest of the room watches a 10-minute video explaining their duties and demonstrating a trial acted out by an improv class, while Court Employee knits a sweater) Great, that's over; any questions?
            Jury Pool Member 4: (Raises hand) Yes, I –
           Court Employee: No?  Good; lunch is at 12:30; bye.  (Never rising from the chair, continues to knit while wheeling self over to the back office to mark off the beginning of another week on the monotony calendar)
            (Four hours later)
            Jury Pool Member 5: (To Jury Pool Member 6) This is the tenth time I’ve been summoned in two years – I think I may start a new career as a professional juror, help out the justice system with my expertise and all that.
           Jury Pool Member 6: I didn’t think it was legal to be summoned so many times in so short a time?
            Jury Pool Member 5: I move around a lot.
         Jury Pool Member 6: Oh, well, I hadn’t been summoned in over six years; I was getting bummed out `cause I thought they didn’t want me to perform my civic duty.
          Jury Pool Member 7: (Leans over to the other two) All I know is, they’d better not call my name to serve on a jury if they know what’s good for them.
            Jury Pool Member 6: What, will your job get mad at you for being here so long?
            Jury Pool Member 7: No – what?  No, I mean, they’d better not call me, `cause I’ll make them pay.  I hate juries.
            Jury Pool Member 5: I don’t know, it might be exciting to serve on one, you know, liven up things for a few minutes.
            Jury Pool Member 7: Ha!  If you don’t keel over from the boredom of “Voir DIEre,” then the sheer amount of lies streaming over you from all directions will surely crush you where you sit.
            Jury Pool Member 6: Well, I’d like a jury of my peers if that were me on trial.
         Jury Pool Member 7: Up until the moment they find you guilty; then you’re plotting your revenge.
            Jury Pool Member 6: Have you had a bad experience with jury duty, then?
           Jury Pool Member 7: Not with jury duty: with trial by jury.  Twelve randos deciding my fate, when they knew nothing about me and believed every story the lawyers on both sides trotted out before them, all the way through the end?  That’s why you don’t hire people based on a two-minute interview and minimal training – you’re asking for disaster.
            Jury Pool Member 5: Wait, if you’ve been on trial, wouldn’t that make you ineligible to serve as a juror?
           Jury Pool Member 7: You would think so.  Ever since I got out, I’ve served 17 times in five counties and haven’t gotten kicked off once.  (Court Employee starts calling names for jury panels; Jury Pool Member 7’s name is read) Son of a – !  Whelp, here we go for trial #18 – time for my nap.
            Jury Pool Member 5: Have you tried emphasizing you’re an ex-con so you can get kicked off by…somebody?
            Jury Pool Member 7: I’ve thought about it, but I’m also sorely tempted by the $40 a day.
            (In a courtroom)
           Judge: (Looking out at the sea of faces, muttering under breath) Oh no, why did they call a hundred of them, I’ll never see the outside world again.  (Addressing the crowd) All right, let’s get this started and done as fast as humanly possible.  (Judge, lawyers, plaintiff, defendant, and court employees burst out laughing) Yeah, I needed that.
            (Two hours later)
           Judge: (To Jurors in the Jury Box) Now, the witnesses in this case are as follows: (Reads aloud five names) Do any of you know any of them?  (Juror 3 starts waving a hand) Yes?
           Juror 3: Well, actually, I mean, we work together – actually, I mean, we work in the same department – actually, I mean, we work in the same building – actually, I mean, I saw them once in the parking lot –
             Defense Lawyer: (Stands) Your Honor, I move that this juror be stricken from the courtroom!
             Judge: Granted.  (To Juror 3) You can get out of here now.
            Juror 3: Oh.  Oh, OK; thanks.  (Gathers items to leave and briefly turns to face the other jurors while smiling maliciously; in a low voice) SUCKAAAAAAHHHHHSSSSS!
                Jurors 1-2, 4-12: [Grinding teeth]
            (Back in the assembly room)
            Jury Pool Member 8: I don’t understand.
            Jury Pool Member 9: What, the whole jury selection process?
            Jury Pool Member 8: No, I mean I don’t understand why this couple would still sell the house when the interior decorator was able to get the renovations they’d wanted done?
           Jury Pool Member 9: What I don’t understand is why the same show has been on for the past six hours and not one person in this room, myself included, has had the gumption to change the channel.
            Court Employee: (Enters from the back office, still seated in the chair) All right, everyone – these guys here don’t need you anymore, so you can all go fly a kite.
            Jury Pool: Eh?
           Court Employee: Go home and never come back until we threaten you with jail time again three years from now.
            Jury Pool Member 10: (As everyone scrambles for the check-out line so they can leave) Wow, I’ve never gotten out of here after just one day; it’s a miracle!
          Jury Pool Member 11: Awww, they didn’t even call my name; I’ll never get a chance to determine justice and embody the ideals of democracy, never!
           Jury Pool Member 1: (Still at work and soaking feet; pulls off headphones when sees everyone else leaving) Done already?  But I'm not finished!

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Story 205: Waiting to Make a Left-Hand Turn



            7:27 a.m.
           The Driver advanced to The Intersection, the point where all roads met, where rush hour traffic never ceased, and where no quarter was given.  The left-hand signal was turned on, and the game began.
            Inch up – inch up – maybe – nope – after these three – traffic light’s red – now there’s a bunch on the right – inch up – maybe now – maybe now – maybe – maybe – maybe –
            7:39 a.m.
           “Hi, Sue?  Yeah, I’m probably going to be a little late this morning… Yep, I overslept and now I’m stuck at The Intersection…. Oh, it’s infamous around here, you can probably find news reports about it online…. Yep, that’s the one…. OK, I guess you’ll see me when you see me – oh shoot, I missed an opening!” [BEEEEEP!!!  SCREEEECH!!!!!]  “You go for it, dude!  At least one of us made it out of here.  Welp, I should go before I miss another one – it’ll happen any minute now, I just know it.”
            8:01 a.m.
            The mini-microwave dinged! at exactly the same time the mini-percolator finished dripping.  Simultaneous Completion of Hot Coffee + Morning Pizza = Serendipity.
            8:35 a.m.
           <The reason for all your suffering, the reason for all your pain; you know there could only have ever been one answer: I AM YOUR GHOST.>
          “Whoooooooa,” The Driver breathed while watching the screen propped in front of the steering wheel.  “Glad I missed everybody talking about it this morning.”
           <Wait a minute – do you mean “your ghost” as in Dead-Me-From-The-Future, or “your ghost” as in Embodiment-of-a-Torment-That-Is-Literally-Haunting-Me?>
            <…The first one.>
            <Whoooooooa!>
            An opening!  The gas pedal was floored as the screen went flying.  Fake out: someone was just changing lanes on the main road.  Good thing the brakes recently had been replaced; the new tread marks on the ground joined the thousands previously left behind.
            9:30 a.m.
           Snoooorrrrreee – gak?  The Driver awoke to see traffic was clear in both directions and to hear the horns blaring from behind.  The car smoothly pulled out of The Intersection now that the Rush Hours were over, since everyone else was at work.
          If I my play my cards right, The Driver thought, I can do this all over again tomorrow!