Saturday, October 23, 2010

Meanwhile back in the Jury Assembly Room holding tank

As I mentioned in my last post my name wasn't called in the first group of prospective jurors and either was the woman I fondly referred to in my head as "I'm above all this" lady. She sat in one corner of the room and was starting to assemble a group of women and I was sure she was convincing them they were above it all too, better than the rest of us.
After the first group left, I'll call it thinning the herd, we were able to study each other more intently. Don't think I didn't notice one old guy switched his seat making himself closer to me. There were several old guys in there with us women.
Hmmmm.... jury of your peers.
In the middle of the room there were two teachers grading papers, they had red pens, that's how they were picked out and they started up a teaching conversation pulling in a few more people into their little group. Although I was writing, my pen was black therefore was not mistaken as a teacher grading papers. I still continued to keep to myself, I was in an anti-social mood, for two reasons really:
1. I didn't want to be there and
B. I had cramps that would have Attila the Hun on the ground in the fetal position begging for a quick merciful death.
I'm so done with this uterus, it's taken on a life of it's own. It's event driven, holidays, vacations, jury duty, it will attack, even if it has to be early or late. It hates me.
So I kept writing or reading, avoiding eye contact with the old guys, teachers and the scary group of women gathering in the corner.
"I'm above all this" lady started to remind me of the woman in the movie The Mist, Mrs. Carmody. A bible thumping woman that assembled reasonably intelligent people, whipped them up into a frenzy and divided the people stuck in the grocery store with creatures outside trying to kill them. I found myself looking the for the more down to earth group and decided if worse came to worse I'd side with them. I wasn't ready to sacrifice anyone to the convicts out in the hallway and I didn't want to be the one they sacrificed. Now if I could just find someone that looked like Thomas Jane to glom onto. Problem was they took all the young guys in the first jury group. The other side of the room sat a bunch of bored out of their skull, blank eyed people. They just stared into space. I don't think I'd be way off calling them the social rejects. Which was worrisome knowing that the women in the corner could pounce on them at anytime.
The whole Jury Duty process was getting way out of control in my head. Finally a new baliff came out to tell us we would have to wait a little longer. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, doesn't she know what's going on in here? The judge and the lawyers were still discussing the case. In other words trying to settle and not go to trial. Hey guys take your time we're just sitting here trying not to go bat crap crazy.


ReformingGeek said...

I'm sorry your uterus hates you. I bet the "above all this" woman had hers removed because it wasn't good enough for her.


Sue said...

LOL Carol, I'll bet she did!

00dozo said...

A definate LOL @ Reffie!

You know, I'd been called for Jury Duty on several occasions - luckily for me, however, I was moving out of the jurisdiction at the time. How do you feel about packing??


Sue said...

00dozo - I have been thanked for my week long seervice and it's all behind me now. But I might start packing the next time I get a summons.

Leeuna said...

LOL @ Reffie's comment. But it's probably true. I can't stand those "above all this" kind of people.

I wish I had been there. We would definitely have "hung out" together. I can see it now: I would have looked at the 'above all this' group, then looked at you and rolled my eyes and smiled and you would have cracked up laughing and then we would have bonded. Yeah, it would've been fun. But hate jury duty.

Anonymous said...

lol ReformingGeek

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

I hate to admit this, but I love jury duty. I like people watching, lawyer watching, judge watching, and sitting next to pretty women to discuss jurisprudence.

Oh, and I'm glad I don't have a uterus. They most seem like a pain.

Relax Max said...

Week-long service??? We always had to "serve" for 6 months at a time. It screws up your life. Well, at least it is over for you. That will teach you. Next time don't get a driver's license. I think that's how they get juries. Driver's license records. Or maybe it's voting records. But if you ever get called again and the attorneys are asking you questions like, "How do you feel about the death penalty," and like that, keep saying "what" over and over. They kick you off the jury if they think you are hard of hearing. Frankly, I think there is enough unemployed people to where they don't have to call anyone else.

Nick said...

How to avoid jury selection: Just wear the right T-shirt when you first go in for selection, something like "Bring back hanging"

Sue said...

Leeuna - I'd totally hang out with you in a Jury Assembly Room with or without cramps.

fracas - And you are a sweetheart too for commenting on 3 post in row. Carol definately has the comment of the week!

Mike - The husband just got a summons yesterday and he's excited about. He was mad when I got mine and he didn't.

Sue said...

Relax Max - It's the voting registration. This case that I would have been on wouldn't have had the death penalty in play. It was ............... it will be in my next post.

Nick - "Bring Back Hanging" awesome!