Should have asked these guys before he wore that shirt.

http://www.askandyaboutclothes.com/forum/showthread.php?104722-What-to-wear-for-jury-duty

I was called.  Went to the "jury selection" and sat there all day.  My boss at the time was pissed and told me "You better not get picked."  They kept asking me questions and I was wondering why they had so much damn interest in me.  They finally ran down the list of jurors and they didn't call my name.  I was pretty pleased.  The judge told us we would be free to go shortly.  All of us not chosen start collecting our things, getting ready to go. 

Then, this annoying 20 year old blonde college girl pitches a total fit.  "I can't do this!  My professor will fail me!  I have to take my final exam!  My dad will kill me if I can't take the test and I fail my class!"  On and on... she starts crying and acting like a total spoiled brat in front of a room full of officials and adults.  All the jurors were rolling their eyes and commenting.  Of course the lawyers huddle and speak with the judge. 

"Alright everyone!  Attention please!  We must make some changes to the final juror list."

Who do they call? 

Yeah.  MY ASS!

So I served on the jury for the most dry, boring, technically mind numbing civil case EVER.  Georgia Tech, a very large university located downtown was seeking to purchase land to erect a new building.  On the land sat an old office building housing the practice of two doctors, husband and wife.  So of course Tech wanted to pay nothing for the property, and the doctors wanted Tech, with all their money, to pay as much as possible.  So, the first day turned to the second, to the third, to the fourth, to the fifth.  A whole week of back and forth about the value of this building.  Appraiser after engineer after appraiser. 

"We feel that the parking deck should hold 7 cars."

"Well, we disagree.  If you measure the parking deck laterally from the East to West, we determine that you could only hold 5 cars safely."

"In this land plat, from 1967, we see that the property actually extends to the South corner of Elm Street."

"But in the purchase of the lot transacted on May 12, 1986, we see that the total area of the lot is actually 500 cubic feet over that stated in the '67 land plat."

CHRIST!!  I couldn't take it.  A whole week of this.  And my boss called me every day asking when I would be back to work.  The fact that I couldn't tell him really irked him. 

So Friday afternoon everything is still at a stalemate.  We're told we'll need to return the following Monday.  So, Monday starts week 2.  Same thing all day Monday.  Finally, at the end of Monday the lawyers call us into the deliberation room and tell us that everything's been settled OUT OF COURT. 

So.  Great.  Let's get the hell out of here.  I retrieve my stuff and as I'm about to head out the door, 2 or 3 jurors approach me and invite me to stay for their post trial pow wow, where they'll be discussing the case, and following through to see what the likely outcome would have been.  Are you SERIOUS?!  We've been here over a WEEK man!  Get a LIFE.  I'm gone!

Then first day back at work my boss gives me a total guilt trip and giving me all this advice about how I need to prioritize and what he would have done to get off.  I told him to fuck off.

So, hopefully you'll get a juicy murder case or something.

Yeah.  If you don't want to get picked, act crazy or racist or sexist, or all of that.  Or just throw a 20 year old girl hissy fit.

Last edited by Worried Man (2013-05-29 14:02:02)

It's very easy to get out of - The trick is to present yourself as being REALLY eager to do it !

True, is that.

The best way to get out of it to say that that you are an anarchist and don't believe in state law, courts or prison.

Last edited by Bishop of Briggs (2013-05-29 14:24:36)

Never fancied it myself, my old head teacher served on the jury of the Moors murderer case back in the 60s.

*Ahem*

Mods ?

Where is the filter to stop the N Word ?   We had it in my day.

You boyz is slack.

Last edited by TheExpandingMan (2013-05-30 03:46:51)

I have to go on the tenth, the 23rd and the 29th of this month.

I have done jury service twice both as a young and middle aged man. I quite enjoyed it if only because I met members of the public that I wouldn't normally meet. Don't wear a tie or even a jacket if you want to get picked is my experience.
The jury room surprised me in that few people seemed to think logically about the case. Lots of emotion with divisions along race, gender and age when coming to debate the pros and cons. However, I found I could lead the direction of the discussions fairly easily. I even played Devil's advocate once or twice. In the end I felt we made the correct decisions although sometimes only on a majority verdict. On one case two black girls said they would never find any black person guilty, whatever the charges, because they didn't trust the police!

In America it's race, in the UK, class. Two different obsessions, but a shared neurosis.