Jury Duty

It all started in September. Brent and I were on a cruise and we got a text from Kasey (who was taking in our mail) saying, "Ha Ha-you have jury duty, Dad. So Brent served down at the East County court house for the "one day-you won't called for a year" program. Then in November I got my summons for December 17th-same place, same program.

It's really not that bad. When you go there, though everyone is looking at everyone else thinking, "Don't look at me-I don't want to be here either." I must admit that when they show you the introduction film about jury service, it does spark a little sense of civic duty-but just don't call me up this time.

I took my crocheting-thought I could get a jump on the hat orders (see post "Hats, Hats, Hats"). After a while, the man sitting next to me started up a conversation. Turns out he played basketball with Army and Dot Matern's son, Craig, on the El Cajon Ward's team many years ago. Small world!

Another lady sitting by me started up a conversation. She said she had been in the court system-only on the other side. Her husband of 32 years just got out of jail for drugs-one of the many times he'd been in jail. She has four kids and was trying to do the best she could.

At 11 a.m. about 25 names were called to go up for jury selection. Fortunately my name wasn't one of them. Then at 11:45 am they told us all to fill out our surveys-all the rest of the cases had settled and we could go home at noon.

That same day, Brent got another summons in the mail-this time for jury duty in the Federal court system. He would need to be on call for a month! I think they have our number...