Today, I was called to my county’s courthouse to be part of a selection of people to serve as grand jurors. After a long morning of monotonous waiting and uncomfortably sitting on wood, I’m happy to report I was not chosen!
Yes, you read that correctly. I was not chosen. And I’m very happy about that! 😀
Here’s the thing. If I’d only have to serve two weeks, which is the sentence of a petit juror, I’d have no objections. But for a grand juror, the serving sentence is nine weeks! No! Too much time! Way too long! “Civic duty”, my behind! That’s what I call punishment! Heck, just all that waiting today felt like I was being punished!
I have three years before I have a chance of being called again. I hope I’m not living in this county by that time! I hate moving, but I’ll move if it decreases my chances of being called! I’d move to another country!
But for now, it’s behind me, so I’m celebrating my freedom! 😀