Jury Duty Rocks…Not!
August 30, 2009After five years in Chicago, my number came up. I got my jury summons at the beginning of August and my “day of service” was last Friday. I had to call in on Thursday to see if I actually had to report or not, the message on the answering service was “if your last name begins with B, as in Bravo, through and including letter K, you must report as instructed.” Seems like a perfectly reasonable way of choosing, huh? The summons mentioned that I should bring reading material and change for the vending machine - that didn’t really leave me feeling all that optimistic. So, I reported, as instructed, on Friday morning and oddly enough, I felt like the criminal. They sent me through metal detectors and then directed me up to the “juror holding room.” I was on a very full elevator and one more woman decided that our elevator had her name on it. When she got on, the elevator made a very loud and startling squawk letting us know that we were over the weight limit (did I mention that she was a rather large woman), but she refused to get off and strangely enough, the elevator finally lost the game of chicken, the door closed and up we went. Once in the holding room, we were very rudely instructed to turn off all cell phones/Blackberries, and have a seat. Then a short orientation video was played which highlighted several things about the local court system - 5 million people served and 2.4 million cases filed each year (does that seem like a lot to anyone else?), discussed the roles of all the individuals in the court room, what to do if you had to go to the bathroom during the trial, and how the process worked. One other thing the video stressed was how important the juror was, “they are the backbone of the legal system.” Now I was feeling quite important and ready to get started. When the video was over, they told us that throughout the day, panel numbers would be called as jurors were needed and until our number was called, just sit tight. I made it to lunch without being called, the good thing was I got all caught up on my game shows and then soap operas.
After lunch, I was really chomping at the bit for a juicy case. The woman next to me was sneezing up a storm and pulling Kleenex from a stack she had sitting on her leg - now I had a new reason to wish to be called. The vending machines were in the front of the room so you could watch people make their selection, put money in the machine and then retrieve whatever goody they were seeking. The funny thing was that several people couldn’t figure out how to use the machine, which made me wonder if a jury trial “by your peers” was really the best legal system we could come up with?! One guy in the room hadn’t brought anything with him and was sighing every few minutes and giving us all the body language signals that told us how important he was and how boring this process was - hilarious. Another guy fell asleep and missed his panel being called. They did a head count and realized they were missing someone and he had to be woken up. Another girl, who was dressed inappropriately, was freezing and decided to tuck her arms into her sleeveless shirt for warmth.
By the end of the day, I had a few laughs and gotten a lot of reading done but never did get called for duty. They called our numbers so we could collect our checks, $17.50 is the going rate for serving as “the backbone of our legal system.” Based on what I saw, that was a little high.

