Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah me! Iz my B-day.
I had to be at the courthouse by 7:30 AM. First of all, I had to pay five dollars for parking. Then, after standing in a long-ass line to go through the metal detectors, the officers barks out, "You have to take your camera-phone back to your car." I drudged back to my car and came back to yet another long ass line. After making it through the second time, I was directed to romm 2400 on the second floor with the other prospective jurors. When I got to the room, there were about 200 other people in line or seated. After sitting anxiously for 10 minutes, a large screen descended from the ceiling and the lights dimmed. A juror orientation video began playing and I started laughing to myself. The video they showed had to have been from the early 1980s because of the many hi-top fades the blacks dudes rocked in it. I sat back thinking, "This is the corniest shit I've ever seen" as the narrator attempted to convince us of how to conduct ourselves as jurors, and why we should feel proud to be Americans serving our system. After 15 minutes of listening to their spiel, the court clerk came in and divided us into 5 colored groups (red, orange, green, white, and yellow). I was given given yellow at first, but then they recollected those cards and gave me white. The remaining three groups were escorted out of the room while the white card holders remained. We sat for perhaps 40 minutes before a gentleman came in and called about 30 names into the back. I was all prepared to go into the courtroom when he said, "I have good news, have a nice day." WTF!?!?!! Someone shouted out "GLORY TO GOD" while everyone starting fists pumping and saying "YES" and "PHEW". That's right, I was free to go. I walked over to the man who made the announcement and said, "Thank you for this birthday gift." On my way out the front door, a lady asked me if I was leaving because she needed a parking space. I gave her the ticket for my parking spot, started my car, and drove home to freedom. THE END.
P.S. What was reaffirmed to me today while at the courthouse is how annoying cell phones are when people talk loud as hell. Do I want to hear their conversation? NO. Do I care about what they're talking about? No. I j ust seems like they amplify their voices for the sake of saying, "Look at me, I'm on a cell phone."
ugh
But...yea...I thought about going in to work and thought, "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!?!"
HAHAHA