If you’re freakin’ tired of being pushed around by your boss, or spouse, or just life in general, then you could use a little royal treatment. Right?!
So … if you wanna get treated like royalty for once, become a juror.
Oh, you think I’m kidding?
I just had my FIRST jury duty experience this week. Ever.
I was prepared to be spat upon, emotionally molested, and convicted of indecent exposure by nothing more than a raised eyebrow.
Then, of course, I reminded myself that I wasn’t on trial. This tends to happen with neurotic, overactive imaginations like mine. You get a tummy ache, and it’s automatically cancer, accompanied by imminent death.
But back to this whole jury thing …
I finally read the back of my summons the night before my scheduled doom. And, to my pleasant surprise, I learned that jurors are the judicial equivalent to the Queen of England.
Seriously. First off, the courts opened 15 minutes early, JUST for the jurors. The security guards literally unlocked the doors, scanned the numerous desperate faces begging for relief from the bitter cold, then announced a special entry for “Jurors Only!”
All other infidels would need to remain locked outside, on the unforgiving concrete, until 8:00 a.m.
Upon entry into the palace, I learned that jurors are allowed:
- Validation for free parking
- Complimentary coffee
- A breakroom and fridge JUST FOR THEM
- Breaks any time they want
- To bring their own food
That last item, that’s the killer part. Because no one else is allowed to bring their own food. Not police, not witnesses, not even lawyers. Only the jurors.
Should you happen to enter with a lunch box in your hand, the security guards will part ways and announce,
“Here comes the juror! Let him pass!”
They even gave us a movie theatre.
And they didn’t play those crappy airplane movies, either. They showed Oscar-nominated films, people! From directors like Cameron Crowe and John Madden.
Oh yea, and did I mention how we got a personalized welcome from a JUDGE?
I think the next time I’m suffering from lack of self-esteem, I’m gonna show up at court and beg to be a juror. Because sometimes, we all just need a vacation.