Jury Dooty
Hurry up and wait. I thought I had gotten past that when I left the military and reentered civilian life. My day today at the courthouse, however, was a reminder that most big bureaucracies are the same. You show up; they make you wait. Here’s a briefing of my day downtown…
1) Arrived half an hour early for jury duty parking–wow! The lot was not completely full. Hurrah! I hope this is a good omen.
2) Stood in line already snaking out into the hallway. Marveled at a woman ahead of me in line who must have been 6 feet 5 inches in the one-inch heels she was wearing. She had lovely long hair. I didn’t get a good look at her face but I was speculating that she was a man behind her back. I’ve never seen a woman that tall.
3) Moved forward and stood on the red line. Marveled at another woman who was about 6′1″ and dressed like a member of La Cage aux Folles at a funeral. Strange.
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