I had a plan.
This day was going one of two ways, either a quick in and out and some much needed down time or …( blog stopped due to my ex being an asshole, yet again)
So it’s now 5 hours later and I have hell fire in my eyes and soul.
We all filed into a room and three jurors were late.
Of course they were in the ones already called, so they need four more. They call an older man, the guy I was talking to, me and of course the asshole.
So I’m sitting there in yoga clothes, in a chair attached to him.
He is moving it and I’m mumbling don’t loose it, they will hold you, not him.
They get to me and I tell them what I do and that I could be unbiased in determining fault. It not on judging a monetary award. So they pull me outside. I tell them that I’ve been in multiple accidents one that caused me to loose a child. Needless to say, automatic dismissal. Yet now I’m so pissed I also add that I also would end up physically artacking the man next to me if we say I’m a jury together and that he was acting that way in purpose. They laughed and said they knew and they we in no way going to pick him.
Back in the room and they question this guy. He had the most perfect job for his personality. He is the sales person the collections agency sends to corporations to buy their debt. He’s a professional social justice asshat!
They put us back in the big room and tell us to wait, I’m getting more and more angry thinking we have to sit until 5.
Luckily, they come out with our proof letter and we are allowed to go home. As we leave I look around, no officers and I say loud enough for all to hear, looking at him, that he’s a real asshole!
This long stupid story has set the tone for my week so far.