We got up early and got Honey on the Metro bus to go to jury duty. So far – so good.
In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that it was hard to get our truck into the parking garage that adjoined the juror assembly room. Yesterday, we learned that it is no longer even possible. A neighbor told Honey, and a check of Google Maps Street View confirmed, that the garage doesn’t exist anymore. The building is gone and replaced by a park with a one-storey glass structure that houses an escalator that leads to the new assembly complex underground.
As I was typing this, Honey called and said she made it into the assembly area OK, but that security was much tighter than it used to be. So much so that even though she had plenty of time she wasn’t sure going back outside for a smoke was worth the hassle.
In yesterday’s post I alluded to Honey’s last time as a potential juror. Here’s what happened:
She made it to a courtroom, and sat as a potential juror during voir dire.
Voir dire is a French phrase that literally means to speak the truth, and Boy-oh-Boy, did she ever!
The defendant had been in an altercation during which he had pulled a woman’s hair. She had originally preferred charges, then later dropped them, but the district attorney has decided to prosecute the guy for assault and battery anyway.
During the voir dire, the assistant D. A. had asked if anyone would have a problem finding the defendant guilty under those circumstances, and Honey’s hand immediately shot up. When asked why, she said “I think it’s ridiculous.”
She was stopped before she could say any more and brought up to the bench, where the judge asked her to elaborate.
She said “ He pulled her hair? Really? I think the whole thing is a waste of my time and tax money.
The defense attorney started laughing as the judge thanked her for her service and excused her from duty.
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