Friday, July 21, 2006
It took me two hours, but I made $6. How, you might ask? I got a jury summons in the mail, and so I went.
Because of this "jury summons", I was able to sleep in about thirty minutes, since I wasn't required to be there until 8:30 AM. I had to park in a free lot that was six block from the Tarrant County Justice Center, and I rode, for free, on a bus to that location. Once at the building, I had to empty my pockets into a small tub and put my belt in to be run through a scanner, thanks Homeland Security! Next, I waited in line to be checked in.
Once I was checked in, I sat down and read the laminated brochure and brown pamphlet that was in every seat. The room filled up with about 200 or so potential jurors. I was entertained by the thirty minute video they showed on the jury process. I sure am glad that the seats were close together so I would be uncomfortable when people sat next to me. I love the smell of older women's perfume, especially when they wear at least a half gallon of it.
The jury bailiff starting reading off the exemptions and qualifications for a juror, and proceeded to weed out those who did not belong, or had some sort of excuse to postpone their duty. After that, the bailiff started calling out groups for panels of jurors. The first group was of sixty people, and had to report to their assignment in 25 minutes. The next group was about 18 people, and had to fill out a questionaire and report that afternoon. The next three groups were about 30 people each, and had to report on Monday morning to their assignments. The rest of us were left in the jury "pool" until all the courts had called in saying they would not need anymore jurors that day. Luckily, that happened before they started calling names for people to be in the pool. Once all the checks were made, they started calling names and dismissing people.
Since it wasn't quite noon yet, I went down to the nearest bookstore and looked around for a bit. After a while, I called a friend in the area and had lunch - and you are probably the only person who will read this.
I waited at the bus stop for about ten minutes to have a bus pick me up, for free, and take me back to the parking lot. The brochure said to take the Route 1 bus. The Route 1C bus pulls up, and the lady driver yells "Are you gonna get in?". I ask her if this bus gets to where I need to go, and she says "This is the Route 1 bus.". Excuse me for not knowing that I could get on the Route 1C bus. I can't recall the last time I rode the bus, and I sure as hell don't know the difference between routes and apparently sub routes.
Posted by Mark at 2:57 PM Categories: Life :: |
Sunday, July 09, 2006
I guess I am a scary looking fellow or something. I went to Target this morning to pick up some essentials (toilet paper and such). When I was leaving, some old lady looked at me all spooked while I was leaving and quickly grabbed her little granddaughter and began walking away from me. I almost started laughing.
Am I really that scary looking? On a side note, this is probably the only picture I have taken of myself where you can't see my labret. I guess the camera angle and my fat lip hid it somehow, along with enlarging my cranium. Maybe tomorrow I can spook some children or small rodents.