posted on Aug, 1 2006 @ 10:25 AM
I've been called twice. The experience CERTAINLY made me wonder how evolved we are, but not for the reasons you'd think.
The first time was fairly agreeable, except that I was seen in public saying something that I now know is completely naive. I was excused because I
was asked if I could weigh a police officer's testimony objectively. I said yes, assuming that the other witness had as little reason to lie as a
police officer would.
(Later I found out that sometimes law enforcement is so overburdened that things don't get documented until months later, and they just stamp the
right date on it to make everything look kosher)
The second time really made me question the future of the human race. It was in April, the week before my school took spring break. I got a summons
that was going to conflict with finals. Having the right to postphone for 60 days though, I could have pushed it back into late June and served, so I
called to tell them so.
They asked if I'd like to move it up to coincide with spring break. I said no, I have papers to write, push it back to late June. They said OK. I
assumed I was done and hung up. Apparently I hung up too soon.
My new summons came about a week later. They had moved my date forward to the day following my call. The summons reached me 5 days after I should have
appeared. I'm not really sure if this was malicious or just incredibly stupid.
At that point I decided that whatever the California Justice system was planning to use me for was probably not very well thought out, so I threw away
the warning letters they sent me afterwards.
Next time I get a summons I'll still respond and serve, but their people had better be on their A-Game or I just might end up standing trial rather
than sitting for one.
Edit to add: Has anybody else here come to think of Jury duty as a form of free entertainment? The things people will say to get out... and the most
outrageous ones always backfire the hardest.
I remember one lady who claimed she was the only one in her workplace who could start the computer system in the morning. The judge questioned this,
obviously. Without batting an eye she responds, "I work in a carwash, it's 2 dozen Mexicans and me." That one failed on many levels, and though it
didn't get her held in contempt surprisingly enough, I suspect it might have gotten her beaten in the parkinglot later.
[edit on 1-8-2006 by The Vagabond]