Tom had jury duty yesterday. He was supposed to be at work 70 miles away at 4:00 in the morning, but instead he had to be at court five or so miles away by 12:00. Noon. Poor guy.
He spent a few hours in the jury box yesterday and had to return for continued jury selection today. At 10:30.
I was pulling for him to get selected. I've sat on a couple of juries, and have found the whole process fascinating. Okay, there was that awkward moment with my last service, when asked if I had any knowledge of anybody in the court, I admitted that I'd met the judge before. When he was in family court about two years earlier. The judge handled a situation with my ex-husband. Peering over his glasses at me, the judge said, "Wait. I remember you! Wasn't your husband, The Lurker?" *sigh* Yes, yes he was. Can we move along?
When Tom went back today, he spent roughly two minutes seated in the jury box before being summarily dismissed by the prosecution.
I said it's probably because Tom's been growing out his hair and it's just too awesome for them. I'm probably right, too. Tom said the next person to come out of the court room was another man, somewhat older, but with equally awesome hair.