I've only served once, got out really early and took advantage of the free museum admission to jurors. I could sit in the Rothko room at the downtown MoCA all day. Before being released, I was sitting quietly, taking the whole process very seriously. Then, out of nowhere, one of the potential jurors asked for a sidebar. The stranger next to me (who in retrospect very well could have been Danger Mouse) leaned over and said "that's so badass, asking for a sidebar, during jury selection." I couldn't stop giggling. They passed on me a short time later, probably because I seemed mentally ill. Thanks, Danger Mouse.

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