Jury Duty Round 3

Another trial today, this one was for robbery, with the same prosecutor and defense attorney as my first. I was selected for the pool early and placed in the jury box. I thought that this one was going to be the one where I would serve and get it over with. I got through the prosecutor's questions without a hitch, then the defense attorney was asking questions again. He asked the group what reasons would cause a man to not take the stand in his own defense. No one was answering, so I finally raised my hand. I said that some people don't hold up very well under such pressure and the stuttering and stammering could be construde as lying or guilt.

I glanced over to the prosecutor's table after my answer and watched him mark on his grid sheet that mimicked the jury box. He went to the box that would have corresponded to my seat and I saw him make an "X" with his pen. I knew I had been eliminated, the jerk. I guess he only wanted stupid people who couldn't think! I was actually wanting to serve on this one, mainly because it was supposed to be quick. Oh well.

Off to work afterwards, I ate hot and sour soup from PF Chang's (oh so good) and got stuck in a four hour meeting. I'm pretty sure Dante thought of this kind of torture for his Inferno. It's the unwritten eleventh circle, the Dilbert realm. It's the circle with an unending meeting where nothing gets done and you have a full bladder.