...previously, on SlackBackMack--the Log...
And that> more or less happened to
all one hundred & ninety=nine of us,
give or take, by degrees. Soon enuf we
were escalated...
~end of part One~
Tonight's Episode: SHIFTING SEATS
*
Potential Jurors, be they petit ou
Grand, are selected from Voter
Registration rolls; which accounts for
the preponderances of white, female,
middle=aged members. Altho, in all
honesty, we were a representatif
sample of the over=all general
population. I would hazard a guess
that 1/5th of our group had already
been through the Process before.
*
By the time orientation began, i had
a brunette from Horsham on my left
hand & a blonde from Churchville on
my right. Both younger than me of
gourse and apparently unencumbered.
The female clerk was entertaining enuf
considering she has been doing the
jury thing for probably many years. WE
watched a Video of one of the judges
informing us of the importance of
jury service in the American System of
jurisprudence. Soon enuf, we were
also visited by one of the sitting judges.
He was an affable hispanic gentle=man
in a black robe. [duh.] A little while later,
some lawyers came in & selected the
first 30 participants of the first case.
Two lawyers & a tip=staff arrived by
stages to aggregate the next sixty
persons for anothre two cases. The
brunette on my left was chosen for one
of these. [oh, yeah~before these juries
were selected, evybody in the room was
made to stand, raise their Right hands,
and Swear or Affirm that WE would do
a fair job of deciding to decide. I chose
to Affirm, becos CRUD! You know i
hate to freaking swear.] Lunch!
Female clerk: "You have ninety minutes
for Lunch; we don't care what you do in
those 90 minutes, as long as it's legal."
{she kept referring to our PAYROLL
forms yet oddly pronounced it like
Peril...} ~end of Part Two~
- - - - - -slac~in~jury~land- - - - - - -
Thursday, 16 June, 2005^
4 comments:
fancy that - slac in juryland -
singing..."this is the tale of a fateful trip to an uncharted desert isle"...can't wait to hear more tales gillislac!
Flo! Babe! i can so hear you Singing that>
[secret: when i had my supper @ the Hotel, the
maitre'd was humming,"slacbac, the red=nosed
Juror..."] Of thus^ there IS more... You can thank
me lata 4 breaking the horrible weathre.
~Author~ and *smoooch*
yes, thank you for turning down the humidy knobs a bit - that was *way* tooo much moisture -
uh...even for a girl with naturally frizzy hair...
Where was Lunch??
V
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