Well, I don't get to send anyone to the slammer or the electric chair. Around 11:45, they were looking for jurors to serve on a case that could run 3-5 weeks. Most of those in the jury room declined but some said they do it — a bit of volunteerism that elicited applause from those of us who'd declined. (Actually, I didn't have to decline though I would have. They didn't even ask me, possibly because I put down on my form that I was self-employed.) Then they told everyone else that instead of going to lunch, we could go to our homes. No more juries would be needed today.
At no point did they ever call me for anything, which is the same thing that happened the last time I had jury duty and the time before. The time before, I also sat in the jury room all day but since one of my best friends, Scott Shaw!, was also there, we spent the time talking about comics 'n' such.
So I walked in scorching heat from the courthouse over to Philippe, where one can get the best French Dip sandwich in town, had the best French Dip sandwich in town and then took a Lyft car home from there. Justice has once more prevailed.