So I think this afternoon I am going to quickly spit out a handful of posts on things I’ve been thinking about.  This first one is regarding Jury Duty.

For the second time in my ENTIRE life, I was called for jury duty this past Friday.  Like last time I was called, in Boston, Iwas really hoping to get on a trial.  It’s such a big part of our country, yet it feels like so few people are ever involved.  I suppose that’s a good thing.  We wouldn’t want to live in a country that was so litigious that jury duty was an annual experience.  Still, I wouldn’t mind being empaneled once.  Unfortunately, it was not to be so.

Friday morning, I toolk the California bus down to the courthouse at 26th and California.  Unfortunately, the California bus turns on Grand and going to 26th on Kedzie, so I was dropped off a half mile or so from the place.  Not that big of a deal, and I was early, so it was okay.  I arrived around 9:15 or so, which was great as I thought I as supposed to be there at 8:30 and was worried that the slow bus ride and long walk had made me seriously late.  In fact, I was early.  Metal detectors and some forms to fill out, an elevator ride, then I’m in the jury waiting room  And I waited.

And waited.  And waited.  Not a big deal, because that’s what jury duty is all about.  At noon, they told us we could go to lunch, which was good news.  They told us to be back at 1:30, which was bad news because it just felt like more needlessley waitin.  I got a burrito (see Twitter updates for last Friday) and then went back and waited.  Around 3 they said that no juries would be empaneled that day, and we got to go home.  It wasn’t a wasted day, however.  I did two crosswords, read a bunch of Madame Bovary, and had some fried zucchini on the way home.  The best part was that the staff down there were all super duper nice, probably as a preemptive strike bout the masses of anoyed folks they deal with every day.

So, still no real jury duty.  I don’t know anyone else who has even been called for it before, so it will presumably be awhile until it happens next.  Not only a boring day, but a boring blog pot.