I am off for my first ever jury duty today. I received a letter saying I have not actually been chosen for the jury, I’m just to show up for the selection process. Damn, but this reminds me of picking teams in sixth grade…I was always picked last, standing there trying to look nonchalant and not all that eager, when inside I was screaming “Me! me! mememememe!”. You know, I’m pretty sure it showed. Nothing like having the overeager underachiever on your team, eh? Yes, I was horrible at athletics even as a child. But at least I had enthusiasm back then. Now I just have sarcasm.
What I’m trying to say is, I hope I get picked for the jury. I hope I can sit still and look bored like every one else. Not wiggle around in my seat, trying to get the attention of the lawyer so I can whisper, “Me! Pick me!” as I am pretty sure that is not proper courtroom etiquette.
As I was doing my jury research online, I came across this little gem….
Yes, your honor, I am ready to serve on this jury. Please, pick me!!