Here I sit in a large room full of smelly, or over perfumed citizens of the great State of Florida, and City of Orlando. Numbers 1 through 766 were called in, and I was 711. Yep, 711, but no Slurpee here.
It's interesting to see how and what people are doing. We have newspaper readers, Christmas card writers, those of us rushing through emails to try and stay caught up with work, since the paltry $15 a day will not cover the bills, or those staring off into space as they came totally unprepared. But I'm not complaining about my civic duty. I believe that I can review the information provided and make an informed judgement. I'm not convinced that my "peers" can do the same. They show up late, dressed for a night in the bar. Shouldn't there be some kind of test? We need to pass a test to drive on the streets, but not one to determine whether or not you can serve as a juror.
If I'm ever judged, I want to be judged by someone willing to serve, and with an intellectual level capable of the making the right judgement. Today will prove interesting.