I have gone to jury duty twice, once in Cambridge (Middlesex County), and once at Suffolk County Courthouse. I haven't been seated on a jury. I really want to be seated, it's been close, but it hasn't been in the cards.
Suffolk County Courthouse is better than Middlesex. The art deco details are covered by crumbling posters for the government employees' credit union and laughable fire escape routes, but if you look hard enough, you will see these details. And you will have time to look hard enough, because you will be sitting in that jury box with nothing to read for over an hour, contemplating whether you can be fair and impartial, thinking about Matlock, craving a hot dog...thinking about To Kill A Mockingbird, craving Gregory Peck in seersucker...wondering why people wear jeans and flip flops to jury duty, longing for a day when everyone wore hats and gloves. You will glare down the guy in the "Bangkok" t-shirt (Mickey Mouse included) & shorts, who is typing away on his laptop, right in the front row - after everyone was told to put down their reading material while the judge is on the bench. Now he's yelling at the bailiff, who asked him to turn it off: "we're not doing anything right now, why can't I surf the internet? What do you mean it's disrespectful to the judge? I don't care about him!" (exaggerated sigh, closes laptop, begins fidgeting.) This guy REALLY wants to be dismissed. Either that or he has extreme ADD. We're getting a day off to just sit with our thoughts- and we're getting dismissed at 1:00! Whiner. If I were the judge, I'd insist he sit for this trial. It's a personal injury case and it's going to last a week.
After an hour of staring at the bookshelves and light fixtures and thinking about an artistic era of American Progress, your coveted spot as "juror number 1" will be yanked out from under you and you will be sent back to the jury pool, which is in a significantly less interesting, over-air conditioned room. However, it is next to a coffee stand. The woman working the stand is wearing a t-shirt that says "REMIND ME WHY I CAME IN HERE?" Exactly.
But again, this option is better than the Middlesex courthouse. Middlesex has a cafeteria, but it's on another floor - so you have to wait until your break. At least up here you can get a $.50 banana and eat it while you wait. And wait. And wait. Standing in line at 7:45, sitting in the pool all morning...you are beginning to feel empathy for Europeans, whose lives are spent "queueing up." None of the clocks show the same time. You get herded around by people in uniforms with more information than you, up and down all sorts of elevators. In the right frame of mind, it's fun - like an absurd game of municipal Clue, without the actual crime-solving.
For some reason, the clerk overseeing the jury pool keeps apologizing to you for being here - as if it weren't your civic duty. He gives you a nice long break. You can go outside into the concrete wonderland of City Hall plaza, get a cup of coffee (you don't want what she's serving in the courthouse), and watch suits and tourists mill around.
There's an instructional movie. It's like a civics movie from junior high, only more boring.
You'll probably get to go home at 1:00.
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