Jury Duty Write Up

Some big adventures are smaller than others. Such was my first time as a potential juror at St. Louis County Circuit Court on September 2nd. But all life experiences offer new writing material. First, I'll share the day's events, and later, my insights and feelings about it.

From my Writer's Journal:

Wed., Sept. 3, 2014: [about jury duty] I was really curious, but you know me and my comfort zone. Then Sunday I realized I'd neglected to mail in the bottom half of the notice that said - Yes, I'll be there! So I thought I might be "found in contempt" or sumsuch when I got there. (They are some of the very nicest people I've ever met!) Good old rush hour traffic - about 1/2 mile from the parking garage, I got popped in the bumper. She jumped out of her SUV, I jumped out of my 23 year old Camry - no damage whatsoever, I hugged her and said - We're fine.

 

Found the parking garage, wandered down an alley behind it, and just happened to cross the street with a Bailiff :) who said - Walk with me. And he led me down a maze of sidewalks to where you enter the courthouse and go through screening. By then, nearly all the citizens wandering around were reporting for jury duty and we surged forward as a friendly mob. The bailiff had told me not mailing the confirmation form in would be no problem, and he was right - a total non-issue. In fact, the woman behind me had misplaced the whole packet, and they didn't bat an eye.

 

In the huge waiting room, I sat down to a slightly built man who turned out to be a retired St. Louis policeman, who then worked for a while at [large corporation], before starting his current job as a limo driver. And, man, did he have stories. I know pretty much his life story - born in [in the South], mom moved her and the kids to St. Louis (dad didn't want to move), his wife died of MS. Since that's almost what [my daughter] has, we shared a lot about that, and about life and the news and so many things.

We met another juror at Panera's and chatted there and after we got back. Waiting to be called is soooo boring, even if you alternate between chatting and reading. (My copy of Charlotte Kasl's if the Buddha got stuck didn't address jury room boredom!) They called a 4th list of jurors at 4:30, which brought the total to 170 out of about 250 originally in the room. We were told that trial would probably begin immediately, so jurors might be there as late as 10:00! We all held our collective breath and were beginning to get a little sassy and laughing. (Poor Bailiff was pretty pooped himself by then.) Then at 4:45, the rest of us were dismissed and told we didn't have to come back today. We turned in our juror badges, and that was that. Wait! What?

 

After all my fretting about the unfamiliar, it was truly an anti-climax. But ... I was exhausted when I got home, sore from sitting in a chair all day, and yet, overstimulated :) I went to bed a little early, and slept around the clock! So I'm pretty sure it was a growth experience.

STAY TUNED: In my next post, I'll share my reflections on the whole experience.

Happy writing ~

Lin