Posted by Kelli Joan Bennett
The defense attorney for the case says, “I’d like to excuse juror number five.” Wait, what? That’s me! I’m in shock. The judge, prosecutor and aforementioned defense attorney had just questioned me. Apparently, I said something the defense didn’t like. The woman next to me in juror seat number four mutters, “You’re so lucky.” But I don’t feel lucky. I feel oddly rejected! As I make my way out of the jury box all I can think is, this guy has no idea who he just let go. I’d be the best damn juror for this case! Fair and thoughtful and a follower of the “innocent until proven guilty” rule! Of course, the grand irony is that I didn’t want to get picked. Yet, here I am feeling upset I got excused. WTF? It’s like falling in love with your captor! I give the judge a sad face, then smile and thank him. He was really great—personable, funny, sincere and serious about the law. I think we’d get along. The bailiff asks for my juror badge. I quickly hand it to him and double check that I am indeed done. “Yes, you are all done,” he kindly replies. Once to my car, I suddenly feel it. I’m free! I can go to my hair appointment and get my teeth cleaned tomorrow. Woo hoo! Yes, I was rejected but it was a good rejection.
Until tomorrow, create from what you have…a good rejection.
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