I was called again for jury duty several weeks ago (before my surgery).
This time I was supposed to appear at 1:30 at the courthouse. I learned later that the three cases on the schedule were only expected to take one afternoon to decide. In the end, two of the cases settled before trial, leaving one case for the jury.
About 30 potential jurors turned up. Not such a good response when 90 were summoned. The guard told us about one judge who got angry that no one ever showed up, and he sent out all the policeman he had to round them up.
I was disappointed that I didn't get chosen again. My juror number was too far down to be considered. But I was able to hear enough to get the gist of the case. The defendant had chosen to represent himself. He wanted to prove that he was well within his rights to drive to HEB (the local grocery store) for food when he knew his driver's license had been suspended. Makes me wonder how he got caught.
They released all the extra people and I took my $6 and came on home. Maybe one of these days I'll get chosen.
Little did I know at the time that the man I was standing behind in the third photo was the defendant.
Remind yourself of the first time I got summoned, and the second time.