February 16, 2000

justice

Appear in Municipal Court at 9AM.

A woman in surgical gloves checks my briefcase and passes along my keys as I walk through the metal detector.

We have been directed to report to the juror room. There is free bad coffee. Magazines are available and a TV is blaring with morning programming.

A bailiff explains the possibilities. Maybe someone on the docket for a traffic ticket or a minor offense wants a jury trial. If so, we are it. If not, we are dismissed. One woman arrives thirty minutes late. She glances at the TV, now playing a Martha Stewart segment on a quilt designer. "Is this something we need to watch?" she wonders. "Sure," one fellow says, "Martha Stewart for jurors." About two minutes later, the judge arrives and dismisses us. As she walks across the street she asks, "Do we get credit for serving?" Sure, lady, I think. You were there five minutes, just avoided contempt for not showing. Funny.

Still, I'm glad it's done with. Work is OK. I finish the trip report, have some meetings.

Lunch at Edge City. Grilled Portabello Mushroom salad. Delicious. Then a wander around the book store.

Hadn't ever celebrated SuRu's birthday and Forrest is off at a meeting. So...we go to Jeffrey's. Yummy. Brie and Morel Ravioli is especially delicious with sauce and bed of greens perfectly done.

I still need sleep. Work starts at 8AM tomorrow. Yikes.

"Les paresseux on ttoujours envie de fair quelque chose."

"Lazy people are always looking for somehing to do."

Luc de Clapiers, Relexions and Maxims

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