“Wake up. You were snoring,” Said the bailiff–while shaking my shoulder.
“Yes, he was–very loudly,” Said one of my fellow jurors.
“Sleep on your own time–not on the court’s,” Warned the bailiff.
Doubtful, anything that drastic will happen. I’ve been summoned for jury duty the first two weeks of April.
Not that I have anything against doing one’s civic duty. I’m a Vietnam-era vet, for Heaven’s sake.
I know that obligations can turn into more than one hoped for. My wife served on a jury; was selected for a murder trial that deliberated for three months.
“Who was Dog the Bounty Hunter?” My wife asked, upon her return, one night during the trial. During break that day the reality show star had been outside the courthouse. She wasn’t impressed with the “Dogster”–only with the plethora of local TV news crews.
Whatever happens, there won’t be much time for blogging, or other internet activities. I won’t be able to talk about any of the proceedings.
Not to worry–other than the 45 mile commute each direction; my wife warned me; most of the time would be consumed by legal wrangling between prosecution and defense teams.
“It would be like going to work for the county every day,” She said. “Hurry up and wait.” Where had I heard that before?