Don't read this unless you want to feel the same way my mother feels about me all the time; disappointed.

Jury duty wasn't that bad. In fact,  I think it's something everyone should do at least once in their life. 

That being said, I did make some observations. I wrote these on my laptop in the deliberation room so they kinda read like notes (except for the opening paragraph, that I wrote mostly the day after the trial had ended). I was gonna fill them out later but after the trial was over I didn't have the heart. So what you're getting here is the raw material. Oooooh, edgy. Yeah,  I'm the Lou Reed of blogging. Anyway, here they are: 

Uggh. Fucking jury duty. I got my notice to serve back in March of this year. Though it may have been April. Either way, the formal invitation had asked me to come in to the Worcester Superior Court the first week of August for my service. Fuck that. I immediately put in for a stay of execution, if you will. Sure enough, come September, I received a new notification informing me that the first day of December I absolutely HAD to be in the jury pool (sounds so fun, doesn’t it? A jury pool. Yay, let’s all get in, splash around and pretend we’re not peeing next to each other. Look for this and other witticisms in my new book “Nobes does Jay Leno style humor”). Fascinating story so far, huh? Well I merely wanted to give those who have never had the pleasure of sitting in a jury box listening to witness testimony a little taste of what it is like. Actually, it’s not the courtroom that is so boring. It’s the jury deliberation room. Sure, watching a witness talk for 2 hours about the difference between a TIA (Transient Ischemic Attack) and a Stroke can be, well, mind-numbing (no, stroke humor isn’t too obscure and classy. Particularly when you’ve been staring at a stroke victim and his unfortunate family for 10 days.) And that takes me to my point. I thought I would find wealth of material in my time as a juror. But I didn’t. In fact, I think I lost my entire sense of humor. The case was horribly sad. And the jurors were all very decent people. Did I have issues with them? Certainly. Did they annoy the shit out of me? Definitely. But in the end, I came to respect them all (even the fucking retarded ones) and it left me with the exact opposite feeling of what I had written down on my first day of duty, which was “humanity sucks.”  

Notes from the jury pool: the very first day of jury duty. Like 20 minutes into it. It is I who judge thee. 

THE JURY:

Fat silent guy
Tall freak nice guy
Nice, rich cunt w/ Burberry bag
Bearded weirdo intellectual douche
Fat geek
Smokey the smokestack
Old not-so-innocent-but-trying-to-be woman (nosey but sweet)
Old not-so-funny-but-desperately-trying-to-be man
Middle aged mellow blue-collar guy
Unhealthy smelly old man
Redneck and proud of it, dumb but nice guy
Complaining mom bitch who has to let you know she had kids and how hard it is every 5 seconds.
Judgmental asshole that thinks he’s better than everyone. (that would be me)

And these were random observations I made during the 10-day stint: 

Cunt playing her music too loud on ipod. Sitting here in deliberation room waiting for rest of jurors. Me and one other guy in here. Other than her retarded music (country, of course) the room is silent. I hope she has a stroke from the music.

Blowing nose in otherwise quiet room. Who the fuck does this? Now she’s blowing her nose in here. Again, a perfectly quiet room and she blows her nose, allowing us the hear every drop of salty snot that comes from her rodent-like nose. She sickens me. 

Farting in court behind me. Unconscionable. This 50-60 year old fuckwad sitting behind me is farting uncontrollably in the court room. I’m listening to testimony from a woman who has essentially lost her husband to a stroke and I’m mentally forced out of the situation to contemplate this guy’s fart. Unreal. What a filthy fucking animal.

Shitting in the quiet deliberation room. Yes someone actually took a shit in the jury deliberation room toilets while the rest of us waited in silence only a few feet away. We could hear (and smell) everything. The guy came out with no shame whatsoever. How bizarre.

Woman juror: “my son asked me yesterday 'what if the hokey pokey really IS what it’s all about?'"  Ha-ha-ha!!!! Isn’t that cute? She’s telling this story to strangers because strangers, by and large, are polite and will laugh to make her feel more comfortable. Even I would laugh if she were telling me this directly, but I’m off in the corner silently judging people so I don’t have to laugh. Still, I think mothers love to sit and swap stories about their fucking kids but they never really listen to one another. As one speaks the other is thinking of her next story to top the previous one. Either that or she’s waiting for the millisecond gap of silence with which she can interrupt and then tell her “well MY oldest did something the other day you wouldn’t believe…” story. And that’s exactly what happens next. The woman “listening” to this amazing story bursts in with her own tale. It begins: “Well I just taught my 8 year-old how to do the laundry. She doesn’t even complain. She wants to learn.” Brav-fucking-o, I think. Relax, lady. What a little miracle that kid is, huh? Who FUCKING CARES? No one, so shut your fucking hole, bitch.

I’ve also noticed that the same goes for people and their hardships. They trade hardship stories like stories about their kids. It’s the same mentality. Everyone is just so desperate to have everyone else in the world know how difficult their life is. Or, more importantly, how much more difficult their life is than yours. Again, no one cares so shut the fuck up. Live your life the best you can and leave everyone else out of it. Well, leave me out of it at the very least.

No, I still enjoy blogging.