I posted this in c/Canada, but I thought I would share it here to. What have your experiences with jury duty been like?
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Intro:
I knew I was a goner as soon as the sheriff walked into the room. He looked like everyone’s genial Uncle Bob except for the police vest and the walkie-talkie that hung from his belt.
“Juror 322, gather your things. We have to go see the judge,” he said.
A young blond woman picked up her bag and followed Bob out the door.
I knew that exchange meant she wouldn’t be back. And, as the alternate juror for a 12-member jury, I would take her place.
I have never met anyone who wanted to be on a jury. I certainly didn’t.
However, over the course of a three-week trial, we evolved from a gaggle of annoyed people crabbing about how this was going to take time away from watching The Pitt or on the pickleball court to a group that worked hard to figure out whether the accused committed the crime.
In true Canadian fashion, there wasn’t one moment when the piano started playing O Canada or we recited Jeff Douglas’s “I Am Canadian” speech. Instead, it was a collective shoulder shrug that basically said, “We’re stuck here. We might as well figure out the correct answer.”