Friday, November 5, 2021

Mouthy and Dismissed

 


For years I got out of jury duty by checking the "nursing mother" box.  But my youngest child is now twenty years old, which is an age even the staunchest La Leche League advocate would probably say is too old for breast-feeding.  So this time when I got the jury duty postcard, I resigned myself to my civic duty.  I hadn't had to do anything of consequence for so long that I barely slept the night before I had to show up at the Santa Clara County Hall of Justice at 8:30 a.m.

As a side note, I have been enjoying sleeping much more since purchasing my Miracle Bamboo Pillows.  Pillows are always too soft or too hard for me.  The first pillow in years that I found to be OK was one that was left at Susan's apartment by her departed apartment-mate Tyler.

Tyler's abandoned pillow is an IKEA memory foam pillow.  It smelled so strongly of young man (Axe?) that I had to launder it several times in one of those large machines at the laundromat, but after that I found it to be pretty good.  And then I stayed at an AirBNB in Richmond and the pillows were PERFECT!  

The perfect pillows didn't have an identifying tag but they were embossed with the word "Bamboo".  I figured that the young men who furnished the AirBNB would have purchased the cheapest pillows possible, so I ordered a "Miracle Bamboo Pillow" from Walmart.  It was - just OK.  About as good as Tyler's old pillow.  And then I was cruising through Kohl's this week and found a different "Miracle Bamboo Pillow", and after sleeping on it,  I think this is in fact the elusive perfect pillow!!  I am very excited about this.

So, after not much sleep, despite my pretty perfect miracle bamboo pillow, I showed up at the Hall of Justice.  When I put my purse through the x-ray scanner, the guard said, in a wondering tone, "Is there food in there?"  I said "Just a peanut-butter sandwich."  He started to say something, trailed off, and just handed me my bag with a defeated look.

There is a lot of waiting in jury duty.  Before we were called to the courtroom, I had time to read 63% of the Caroline B. Cooney novel "Before She Was Helen" on my Kindle.  We all trooped to a courtroom and the judge spoke to us for a while about law things.  Then we all had to fill out questionnaires and got to leave.

Since I was already in San Jose, I decided visit G-Tex Fabrics of San Jose, which always shows up when I search for fabric stores. I let Google Maps lead me to their current address.  Imagine my surprise at finding myself at a run-down warehouse full of small wholesaler operations right next to a huge purple cannabis dispensary.

The harried-looking Sikh in charge of G-Tex Fabrics told me that they are "between retail locations" and had stored all their stock in the dark warren of shelves behind him.  It was actually pretty cool - I told him what I wanted, and he went back and found it and cut the yardage for me with a dagger.  The prices were so much better than Jo-Ann's that I bought quite a bit of fabric.  

If you see me, please do ask me how my sewing projects are progressing.  (hollow laughter). Feel free to also ask me how many of the used books I bought at the last library sale I've currently read, and whether I've prepared any of the recipes that I cut out of the newspaper this year.

This morning we had to report back to the courtroom so that the defense and prosecuting attorneys could ask us questions to determine whether we could be fair and impartial.  While we were all waiting outside the courtroom, I finished the other 37% of my book and deleted 400 emails.

We were put in three groups of 24, and I was put in the second group, so I thought I probably wouldn't have to serve, which meant I could keep my hair appointment next week.  I know I should want to do my civic duty, but I've had this appointment for months!

After extensive questioning of the first group of potential jurors, fifteen were dismissed, so the second group was, in fact, called to the front.  We had to pass around a wireless microphone to answer questions.  I found that I simply could not stop answering questions.

First the defense attorney and then the prosecuting attorney had some questions about interpreting evidence, credibility of witnesses, burden of proof, etc etc and as it turns out, I have a lot of thoughts about these things!

I kept gesturing for the microphone and sharing my opinions until I guess I had said enough concerning things that BOTH attorneys decided to dismiss me for cause.  So thanks to my mouthiness and inability to shut up, I get to keep my hair appointment!  And I didn't even have to wear a Princess Leia costume.

Not Me!!!