Kittens, I am sitting smack dab in a room full of other souls lost in limbo. That’s right. I’m at Jury Duty.
As I await my fate in the citizen duty department, wrestling equally desperate folks for the one electrical outlet in our presence, I think to myself, “Okay, at least I’m not alone.” At least with jury duty, you can see the faces of all those around you who are facing the same fate. The colder-than-cold rooms, the sterile chairs, that one person who is always coughing like tuberculosis has officially set up shop in their lungs.
But like I said, everyone, and I mean everyone (give or take those Persephone readers who are way off the grid) has tangoed with jury duty. Whether it be potential murder trials or someone looking to sue the pants of McDonald’s, I know every reader here has a treasure trove of some of the best stories ever.
Like now? There was some dude begging – pleading – to be on a jury. He acted like jury duty was akin to winning a free cruise to some sunny beach, with an all-you-can-eat cupcake buffet. I s’pose some folks are all about the silver lining.
So kittens, let’s get those stories started. What have your jury duty experiences been like? What benches have you graced, what excuses have you used, and how have you dealt with the three-headed beast of the legal system. Go ahead kitten, this open thread is all private and we are happy to go there with you.