Jury Duty – a photo essay!

My summons told me to dress appropriately. I threw on one of my comfiest business casual dresses, and then I was conflicted about shoes. I thought wearing a pair of Toms would somehow hold me in contempt. I put on a pair of cheap metalic flats I hadn’t worn in a while, and threw the Toms in my purse. As soon as I walked outside, I remembered why I hadn’t worn them. They were stabby uncomfortable. I changed my into the Toms outside in the courthouse. Once I was inside the jury waiting area, my fears of inappropriate footwear vanished at the sight of my fellow jurors. They were wearing gym shorts, sandals, stained jeans, etc.

I found a use for my uncomfortable flats at lunch, though.

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This is the soda machine in the jurors lounge. Despite its apperance and apparent age, there was no Tab inside.

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Also, don’t expect change from this rad 80s skiier.

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There was also a coffee vending machine. I’m unclear on the availability of French Vanilla.

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I do not appreciate these 80s clip art women telling me there’s one defintion of a lady. I also don’t like rhymes about cleanliness.

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After I got dissmissed from a potential jury, I found got as comfortable as I could in the one room with a window. It was a really scenic view.
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