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Escape from Jury Duty
Sep. 14th, 2009 05:51 pmThis morning I drove to Union City (they still have free parking in the east-side city-owned lots) and took BART up to Oakland and arrived at the Alameda County Courthouse in plenty of time for the 8:30 jury call, which actually didn't really get going until closer to 9 AM.
( At the Courthouse )
( Inside Department 13 )
( Where's the Food? )
When the court reconvened, the judge began reading off the names of people who he was letting go. Unlike the earlier roll calls, this was in random order, based on the stack of request papers in front of him, so everyone was on the edge of their hard wooden seats waiting to see if their excuses were sufficient. Just as I feared he was about to run out of papers, he turned a page and said, "Kevin Standlee?"
I stood and said, "Here."
He said, "Thank you, Mr. Standlee; you are excused."
And that was that. I turned in my juror badge and left. I'm now clear for at least one year.
( Oakland Library Wi-Fi worth what I paid for it )
Getting back to Union City, and after stopping to have lunch and pick up a couple of small groceries from the Safeway near the BART station, I went back to my van and was first relieved to find that I had indeed remembered to turn off the headlights and horrified to discover that I'd left the van unlocked. No harm done, however, and I headed home.
I'm not adverse to doing my civic duty, and indeed, aside from the long time commitment, I had no reason not to want to be on the jury. But that time commitment would have been formidable, and not only would have cost me an airline ticket, but would certainly have done no good for my goodwill account at work, no matter what the laws on jury duty are.
I also tell myself that it is unlikely I would have survived the voir dire process, as I expected at least one of the counsels to toss me on a peremptory challenge.
( At the Courthouse )
( Inside Department 13 )
( Where's the Food? )
When the court reconvened, the judge began reading off the names of people who he was letting go. Unlike the earlier roll calls, this was in random order, based on the stack of request papers in front of him, so everyone was on the edge of their hard wooden seats waiting to see if their excuses were sufficient. Just as I feared he was about to run out of papers, he turned a page and said, "Kevin Standlee?"
I stood and said, "Here."
He said, "Thank you, Mr. Standlee; you are excused."
And that was that. I turned in my juror badge and left. I'm now clear for at least one year.
( Oakland Library Wi-Fi worth what I paid for it )
Getting back to Union City, and after stopping to have lunch and pick up a couple of small groceries from the Safeway near the BART station, I went back to my van and was first relieved to find that I had indeed remembered to turn off the headlights and horrified to discover that I'd left the van unlocked. No harm done, however, and I headed home.
I'm not adverse to doing my civic duty, and indeed, aside from the long time commitment, I had no reason not to want to be on the jury. But that time commitment would have been formidable, and not only would have cost me an airline ticket, but would certainly have done no good for my goodwill account at work, no matter what the laws on jury duty are.
I also tell myself that it is unlikely I would have survived the voir dire process, as I expected at least one of the counsels to toss me on a peremptory challenge.
