Poor mom. She’s in jury duty this week. She says a lot of people get called and try to get out of it. Although she would love to get out of it, she does know that it’s an important rite and freedom to serve. She’s good with that. The bad thing is that she never gets picked to serve on a trial. This will be her fourth time getting called.
She reported yesterday. She said the security check point she had to go to was worse than Ft Knox. Then after that line, she had to wait in another line to check in with the jury room. Four groups got called as potential jurors yesterday. Mom didn’t get picked for any of them so she waited…and waited…and waited.
But she came prepared. She read her book. She played games on her cell phone. And of course she text me when she was bored. So today she will be there again. In fact, she’s probably sitting there now waiting. And waiting.
Have you ever got picked? Any great stories you want to share?
PS. Mom says that the snack machine in the jury room needs to be like the one above. Maybe that way everyone can make it through the day of you know waiting. Snorts.