Jury Duty: Pauly Shore Not Included

Happy Shootin’ DudeIf my wife was less organized, there might have been a warrant out for my arrest today. On Monday I was sitting in the office doing the things I do for money and my phone rang. It was my wife with some bad news. “Hey, you have jury duty, remember? You need to call this number after 5:00 PM for instructions,” she said and gave me the number. This seriously couldn’t come at the worst time. I’m juggling two jobs, two blogs and trying to beat a business paperwork deadline at the same time. And I think I might be coming down with a cold. And that’s really gonna make my next cigar review difficult.

Crap. Not only do I not have time to watch a bitter couple slug it out in divorce proceedings or listen to a irresponsible booze hound trying to weasel out of a DUI, I don’t have time to do anything about it. So I was told at the juror check in desk. If I had been on top of things, I could have written in for a deferment.

So I spent the morning weighing my options. I’m not 70 or older and I didn’t bring a wig and a walker with me. Looking around, I don’t see any walkers or people wearing gray wigs, so that’s out. I’m not pregnant, and as much fun as that’d be to fake, I’m not committed enough to shave the goatee to pull it off. No kids either, though don’t people make up kids all the time for tax purposes? I wonder how they do that. (That might come in handy now and then again at tax time. Fake kids: the gift that keeps on giving.) OK, short of pleading with the judge, should I get selected as a juror, I’m stuck here in the jury pool stable, crossing my fingers, and waiting on the roll of some mysterious computerized dice.

At that point, the question became, can I get the entire room to participate in a highly coreographed song and dance routine? Looking around I figured my odds were fifty-fifty. I might make it as far as croud surfing while singing the chorus of Cuban Pete before an angry group of potential jurors give me the beating they’ve wanted to give Pauly Shore for well over a decade. The “chick-chicky boom” would be the sounds of peoples sensible shoes digging into my ribs at high velocity. The odds were better than even that I’d deserve it for that.

So that pretty much left me blogging on my crackberry, feeling irritable and drinking coffee. Speaking of irritability and coffee, I have one big beef with this jury duty thing. I had to pay for coffee while I was there. We’re not talking about fifty cents here, we’re talking Starbucks rates. A buck fifty for a cup of dark water? Gas station quality at best, and none of the froo-froo additives? C’mon! The least you can do is provide us with some caffeine so we can stay awake for all this nonsense. Newsflash, some of us don’t function well at 8 AM without some joe. (For me it’s a lot like being in a different time zone.)

If your going to deprive us of our ability to earn our living for the day, you can at least set up a coffee pot in that huge room I like to call the “juror stable”. Am I really asking too much? Don’t you just hate it when you help someone out and are forced to pay expenses that arise from the effort? “Thanks for showing up! Coffee? Yes, we have some I can sell you!” It’s kind of like asking your friends to come over to help you move, and then when everybody’s worn out and hungry from moving your crap all day, you sell them pizza and beer. With a steep mark-up.

And while we’re discussing things that irritate Brian, here’s another pet peeve. We were informed that we’re not allowed to make or receive phone calls in the juror stable. That means that the ringers should be turned off. And if that weren’t completely obvious, they told us that they should be. No excuses. Of course within 30 seconds of the announcement several phones rang back-to-back at full volume. Within ten minutes the lady behind me answered the phone to say “I can’t talk right now” and proceeded have a short conversation anyway. People, if you really can’t talk, press the damn button that sends the call to voicemail. Don’t answer it, because that means you can talk. It’s not a crime to let a call go to voicemail! You’re paying for it, use it. People will understand! This sort of brainlessness isn’t limited to the action-packed world of jury selection, I’ve seen (well, heard) the same brilliance in meetings and in movie theaters. Is it too late to implement an IQ test as part of the requirements of getting a cellphone?

And for the love of God, when a phone rings, do something about it. Either answer it or send it to voicemail. Please, please do something to make that obnoxious noise go away. Don’t just sit there staring at the phone, trying to puzzling out where it’s coming from (“Hmm… Is the 541 area code Tuscaloosa? That reminds me I should call Bob…”) while the ringer blares Barbie Girl. Worse still, do not dance to that ringtone you foolishly paid four bucks to download. We don’t want to hear it, we don’t want to see you jam, make it go away, or we’ll make the phone go away. I won’t tell you where, but I can promise you’ll spend a lot more time standing in the future.

Let me tell you, the end of the day could not come soon enough. The good news is that by 3 PM, my civic duty had been fulfilled, and I walked out of the court house a free man, with a slight case of caffeine withdrawal, a headache and cigar in my teeth. But I was happy. I paid good money for this unexpected afternoon of freedom. It cost me eight hours of pay. But I was off the grid, and I was going to make the most of it.

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9 Comments

  1. JoeDrinker said,

    September 12, 2007 at 4:03 pm

    Sick as it sounds, I actually don’t mind jury duty, although I’ve never made it past the courtroom door. However, if I ever had to turn off my laptop while I was there in the holding pen?

    Hell. To. Pay.

    That’s all I’m sayin’.

  2. Brian said,

    September 12, 2007 at 4:37 pm

    This was the first time I’ve ever actually gone. I’ve been summoned before, but in every previous case, I was out of state or even out of country on extended business. So I had no idea what to expect.

    Had I known that you could bring a laptop in, I would have brought mine. (Heck, I was concerned that they may take issue with my crackberry!) There were a pretty good number of tables for people with laptops, and they even announced that they’ll be installing wifi in the next month. (Not that that was of much use to us then.) With wifi and my laptop and a desk, it’d be a normal day in the office, plus a few extra bucks for gas money. I guess I wouldn’t mind that either.

  3. September 12, 2007 at 5:33 pm

    Here in Houston, there are “some” people who simply throw away any and all jury summons that are snail mailed. This, under the guise that the US Postal Service which serves this big city (six million in the greater Houston area) stuff gets lost.

    Voting is a right….getting a SSN is a right and being able to buy booze and beer at age 21 all by yourself is an American birthright…but pulling jury duty?? Can’t the attorney for the defendant instead perform a very public colonoscopy without the benefit of anesthesia?? The pain is about the same.

    LK

  4. Emon said,

    September 12, 2007 at 11:38 pm

    Ah, I’ve seen people hear the phone ring, take it out of their pockets, look to see who it is and put the damn thing back in the pocket…while it’s still ringing. They just wait for it to ring out.

    I had no idea you could take a laptop in. How is anyone supposed to concentrate on the case? Or will my last question make you laugh out loud?

  5. September 13, 2007 at 9:18 am

    I love annoyed and irritated Brian! I agree with 1000%!

  6. babychaos said,

    September 13, 2007 at 12:43 pm

    I loved that. I particularly liked the comment about where you would hide the idiot’s phone… Never mind, I hope you were able to put your afternoon off the grid to good use! ;-)

    Cheers

    BC

  7. Brian said,

    September 13, 2007 at 3:05 pm

    Hi Laurie,
    I’ve heard the same thing used to happen here in my area. They seem to have fixed the problem by issuing tickets to people who didn’t appear. I noticed only one or two names that were called that weren’t present. I was actually pretty surprised. I didn’t make as far as the colonoscopy session, I was one of the people let go due to lack of cases!

    Hey Emon,
    I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t let you work on a laptop during the actual case. But while you were sitting in the juror stable waiting to be set free or assigned to a case, you could pretty much do whatever you want. Anything but talk on a cellphone. (Actually, you could do that too, you just had to step outside into the hallway.)

    Hey Jerry!
    It’s a good thing! Because annoyed and irritated Brian has a hefty timeshare of this blog!

    Hi BC,
    I was. And by good use, I mean I did absolutely nothing. Back-to-back nothing for several hours. And loved every second of it. Cheers!

    Brian

  8. Jeff Herstwood said,

    November 20, 2007 at 2:27 pm

    First-class! I not think about this…

  9. Brian said,

    November 20, 2007 at 5:40 pm

    Thanks Jeff Herstwood. Glad you like the post!


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