Confessions of an ex-jury candidate

Well, it's all over. I got sent home with my measly $30 check and never even considered for the criminal trial I was teased with yesterday. I must say I am disappointed. I got up extra early today, wore an interview outfit with jewelry, but nothing happened all day. Again we sat. I studied the autonomic nervous system and read the occasional People magazine item. This morning I sat in clear view of the clerk on the mic so I would know when she was about to call jury candidates, but it didn't happen. No drama, nothing interesting to report, but no lengthy trial either so I guess in a way it's a good thing. I do want to hear the words "crack rock" in a live trial setting some time (one that obviously not include me as the defendant). I hear once you get picked, you will get picked again so maybe next time.

(Interesting side note: The jury that was selected this week for the quadriple murder/drug deal gone wrong were all dismissed yesterday when the judge declared a mistrial. It has been excellently reported by my fellow Crestwoodian, co-worker and pal Val Walton in today's paper. This jury was selected from the original pool I was a member of. I bet they are relieved because this was going to be a very long drawn-out trial)