Even if they've never actually done it, most people seem to regard jury duty as somewhat less pleasant than, say, having a Gila monster clamp its venomous teeth into your hand. Why is this?
I just returned from a morning at civil district court as part of the jury pool. The accommodations while we waited weren't bad, I've known worse; we had free coffee and wi-fi. The judge was pleasant, too. Now I can understand if your income would be severely affected by having to serve, or if you have medical issues, etc. But the court has made things quite easy for us: We call a number the night before to see if we have to report. In fact, now that we've been there and been excused from a case, we don't need to call about our second week's service until this Sunday. Yet everybody in the pool acted as though that ol' Gila monster was eying their legs and feet, ready to bite.
So, is it just that we resent having to sit quietly like fourth-graders while people talk at us?
I just returned from a morning at civil district court as part of the jury pool. The accommodations while we waited weren't bad, I've known worse; we had free coffee and wi-fi. The judge was pleasant, too. Now I can understand if your income would be severely affected by having to serve, or if you have medical issues, etc. But the court has made things quite easy for us: We call a number the night before to see if we have to report. In fact, now that we've been there and been excused from a case, we don't need to call about our second week's service until this Sunday. Yet everybody in the pool acted as though that ol' Gila monster was eying their legs and feet, ready to bite.
So, is it just that we resent having to sit quietly like fourth-graders while people talk at us?