Called for Jury Duty

February 19, 2013 at 9:51 am 2 comments

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I’m never lucky on lottery, but when it comes to being selected for jury duty, my number always comes up. I get my summon every year. This year was no different. Once again, I got called and reported for jury duty last week.

The opportunity to serve on a jury is one of the privileges of being a U.S citizen. It’s a responsibility that can’t be taken lightly because the fate of another person’s life depends on the decision that the jury makes. It can set somebody free or send him to jail for good. As a result, it’s no surprising that a lot of folks don’t want to perform this duty.

Although I’d been called several times, I served only once which lasted for a month. It was for multiple robberies allegedly committed by the accused who chose to represent himself in court. We ended up convicting him in five out of the nine cases presented. It was quite a feat considering how difficult it was for twelve people to unanimously arrive at a guilty verdict.

Because of the heavy traffic, I reported half an hour late for jury duty. When I arrived, the jury room was already full of people sitting quietly, looking bored. It took another hour before the jury coordinator spoke over the microphone and announced that the computer had randomly compiled the first batch for jury selection. One by one, he called the names. As luck would have it, I didn’t hear my name. Those that weren’t called were asked to wait for further instructions.

Since I’d been in this situation before, I knew it could take hours, so I came prepared. I brought a book to read. It was Ray Bradbury’s last novel, farewell summer. It’s the sequel to one of his novels, Dandelion Wine. I thought it was appropriate for the waiting game. Bradbury himself let his fans wait 55 years for the sequel. He passed away in 2012. May he rest in peace.

I was half way through the book when the jury coordinator took the microphone and announced that the jury had been selected from the first batch and therefore we could all go home. At that moment, I was so engrossed in my reading that I didn’t want to leave. I hated to be left in suspense, but I had to go. Reluctantly, I closed the book, stood up, and headed towards the door.

Outside, I was met by the cold winter breeze that caused me to shiver a bit. It was past noon, the day almost gone to waste. My stomach was grumbling like there was no tomorrow. Right there and then, I felt nothing could save the day but a hot bowl of vietnamese soup.

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Jessica  |  March 3, 2013 at 6:48 pm

    I recently received my summons for jury duty. I was as excited about it as Dogbert in this cartoon. I understand your pain… Also, I love Vietnamese soup! Pho. Yum!

    • 2. plaridel  |  March 3, 2013 at 11:10 pm


      good luck! i hope it works for you.


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