More frightening than the common-senseless juror is the overly-eager juror who does everything to be chosen…
Sitting quietly all day, she flies under the radar hiding lunacy while others display it like a favorite piece of jewelry.
Yes sir. No sir. Oh so polite.
When she is chosen, she squeals a cheer as everyone else curses bad fortune.
She is the scariest of all jurors.
What do you do?
And what do you do? And you? And you?
I think it’s soooooo funny they picked sooooo many women.
I LOVE your dress!
Has anyone ever told you that you look like Lucille Ball?
I love that Lucy episode with Ethel in the candy factory.
I love Betty Boop too.
And Felix the Cat.
Girl, that is the cutest purse!
Is everyone here a teacher?
Did you bring your lunch?
Did you? Or you? Or you?
I was so excited to have a day away from my babies…
I road the Dart bus, did anyone else?
Where do you stay?
When do you think we get our jury duty pay?
I got here early and drank some coffee, but I left money in that can for the baliff.
and the best line all morning…
Oh, I know the Judge. When I saw him I slipped down in my seat and didn’t dare make eye contact. I didn’t want him to recognize me. I just had to get picked.
Was she on drugs?
“You know him?” We asked in unison.
“Oh yes. When the Judge said he was from Longview, I remembered him.”
We exchanged nauseous glances.
“Wouldn’t that affect your judgment?” I asked rubbing that spot between my eyes where migraines grow.
“Oh no. I just knew I had to get picked.”