Justice is served My favorite irony of serving jury duty is the fact that the state pays you for your "services". We were told that we would be getting paid $25.00 per day. But who was paying us? That's right, the state. Now where does the state get the money to pay you for your civic duty? Well, as a tax paying citizen, it was coming out of my paycheck, along with monies for roads, schools, prisons, etc. So essentially, I was paying myself to possibly serve on a jury. I would have ponied up the money to not be involved in the process at all, but that's not the way it works. When was the last time you actually got to choose what your tax money paid for?

Probably the most humorous moment that I saw during my time in the State Court of Georgia was the court reporter. She was female, somewhere in her forties, and wearing a purple blazer and skirt combo. She was sitting at a desk between the judge and jury during the initial selection process. She was speaking into some kind of microphone contraption to be able to record the events of the trial. Word to the wise: know your surroundings. Especially if you plan on wearing an above the knee skirt to work. She had managed to swivel her chair to a point that it was facing the court room audience, stealing glances between the judge and the jury. Now due to the angles involved, and the fact that she was wearing an above the knee skirt, the court reporter had managed to give the entire viewing audience quite an upskirt shot. And trust me, Sharon Stone she ain't. This all could have been avoided had she simply kept her middle-aged legs underneath the work surface that was her desk. Since she didn't, I was able to taste breakfast for the second time that morning.  ¶ 2:19 PM