Justice is blind

Well, jury duty was uneventful. I handed in my summons, watched a short film on the process¹, read my book for a couple of hours, (almost) finished a crossword puzzle, and then was sent home when all the remaining cases for the day apparently fell through. In a way I was lucky — hey, a slightly longer weekend! — but it was also a little disappointing, to be honest. By law, they won’t call me to serve again for another six years. While I didn’t want to be out from work for too long — and I definitely understand why people who won’t get reimbursed by their employers don’t want to serve at all² — I was genuinely interested in the chance to serve on a jury. It would have been an interesting experience. Instead, I had to settle for the first few chapters of Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union and a PopTart from the courthouse vending machine.

Oh well.

¹ Featuring the late Ed Bradley of 60 Minutes, so I’m guessing it’s a little out-of-date.

²Seriously? Only $40 a day? That works out to significantly less than minimum wage, which is already uncomfortably low.