Just in time to possibly overlap my vacation, I am summoned to answer to the City of St.Louis for the first time ever (minus traffic violations) to serve as a juror. I have already somberly sat through weeks of listening to advice from cow-workers, friends and family on the proper ways to skip out or be dismissed. As I near the minus twelve hour mark for this curious request to be fulfilled I am beginning to wonder why I want to get out of it so badly. I have lived through the tales of the mindless waiting, self evaluated my ability to pass judgment, and handpicked reading material. Will my copy of Law for Dummies and collection of courtroom dramas on DVD really make that much of a difference when I arrive? Who can say? Perhaps this is exactly the kind of thing that appeals to my totally unfair and judgemental nature.
I hold accountability to the highest of standards and I guess this pretty much says I don't have the true desire to bail out, especially when curiosity will win in the end.
I suppose if anything, this is another golden opportunity to escape from the Orwellian realm of work. I can finish my H. Rider Haggard and practice sleeping in a crowd. If I am lucky I can pass my judgement on another human and be out by Friday in time to meet Jason at Modestos for sangrias and those lamb kebobs.
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