Do not discuss the case...

We arrived, were checked in on barcode scanners, briefed by Jury Director, Head of Courthouse Security, a judge and a video tape. There are lot of nice people here, working for the local government, selected as jurors and making Lattes in the Lobby. And my two large books are well used for the last day and a half. I pretend to read as I nod off to nap. I do read, I do listen to the call for my name, and until after lunch they have never wanted the Me that has been waiting. Two courts this afternoon and I get to be in one of them, with the rest of the previously non-selected. At least it isn't costing me for parking today, the Trusty Triumph is waiting patiently, aimed at the exit from the garage. Please, release me let me go, for the law doesn't love me anymore. The lady in charge of the callout (yes, I brought that term from the prison) is very nice, tells jokes and keeps the juries moving to the courts. She was here the last two times, eons ago, I was doing jury duty, somethings never change. Although they are working on the Memorial at the entrance to the Courthouse and there is some new artwork on the different floors. Still, the concrete benches are the nicest place to sit in the Sun and eat my lunch, two apples and sliced carrots. Brought my shades so I can watch the pretty women walk by and not scare them.