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Sorry man, at least you got lots of time to read eh?

What is that about, it's meant to be some random draw with your driver's license or something? I get called every two years, my sister has never been called and we live in the same damn house!

Ew, Jury Duty. Actually, I've never been called but would like to be at some point. Sounds kinda cool. :) Did you actually have to sit through the trial? Dish it, man...

I'm still waiting to be called for jury duty. I don't recall ever receiving a notice.

Not that I'm complaining.

I never get called. Or twice I did, but the first time, I'd moved out of state, and the second, well it got canceled on me...

that's a great benefit to doing it!

I don't know what it's like there, but it's lame as hell here. You go sit in a big room with a hundred other people, fill out some really lame forms, watch an even more lame film about the judicial system and the difference between criminal and civil cases (with abhorrent acting) Ala 6th grade social studies. Then you sit around and wait while lawyers and judges blah blah blah. If they get to a point...finally, where they are ready for jury selection you go in whatever order into the court room and get to spend forever being asked a load of questions, often the same one slightly differently worded over and over again. Of course, you are always lucky enough to have the two or three bastards in there with you that have nothing better to do, love the attention and live to hear the sound of their own voice. So, they will need to reply to every single question, even if it has nothing what so ever to do with them and their answer is completely irrelevant. After about an hour, you will begin to fantasize about stabbing these particular folks in the neck with that pencil you used to fill out your forms! If anyone ahead of you in the order is lucky enough to get dismissed (which is not as easy as it sounds, believe me! First you swear to tell the truth...and then, when you try very hard within those confines, telling them about your brother the cop and how you'll believe the police over the mentoring drunk driver sitting next to them in a heart beat...they still keep you! Assholes!), then you have to move up a seat. Now you go through hours of boring, torture on hard benches next to idiots...and for what? For nothing! Because they only keep a dozen of you at the most. If you're 32 in line, you're doing it all for naught. They'll only get rid of 2-3 at the most. So, finally, at the end of a few wasted hours, you turn in your horrible, fluorescent, "Juror" badge, get your signed excuse letter for work and hit the road. That is, if you're one of the lucky ones. So far, I have been called twice since I have been back in the US (6 years). One was a civil case where some people were disputing "he cut down my trees...they were on my side of the property line!" Who fucking cares! And, drunk dude who couldn't pass the field sobriety test but refused a breathalyzer, then resisted arrest and got tazed, criminal case. Pfft...throw away the key...taze him again! There's no excuse to drink and drive in this day and age. DD, get a cab, take a bus, go get your beer and take it home and get wasted, I don't care! But drink and dive and mentor you...no sympathy! Having to spend days with either of those loser cases would have tipped me over the edge!

So, in summation...count yourself lucky if you haven't hit the old Jury Radar!!