1567. Jury service

Warren had one regret in life: he wanted to be called to jury service. All his friends, at some time in their lives, had been called up. Names were selected at random (apparently) from electoral rolls. Warren felt deep down that his time would come.

He didn’t want to sit on a jury that tried piffling little nothings. There’s nothing interesting about a woman called Mabel sneaking cannabis tucked in her pantyhose into a prison. There’s nothing interesting about a twenty-year old five-fingered discount personage called Norman swiping vacuum cleaner bags from a two dollar shop.

No! Warren wanted to sit on a jury that tried murder, and not just any murder, but a murder trial that went on for weeks. Something complex, with lots of intrigue and blood. That would certainly add a spice to his life.

Such an invitation to possibly spice up his life came last Thursday. Warren nonchalantly, almost absent-mindedly, went out to his mail box on the side of the road. There was a letter for him with a logo at the top that he did not recognize. Yes! He was summoned to jury service! He should make an appearance in court next week. Goodness! At last! At last!

So as we come to bury Warren today let us remember that he saw that his lifelong ambition was about to be fulfilled: jury service. This fulfilment was the last thing he saw before being hit by a passing car as he stood too far out on the road engrossed in reading his mail.

38 thoughts on “1567. Jury service

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      That’ll teach him for having such a handsome letterbox. Do you say letterbox or mailbox? I’ve lived in so many places that I’m starting to get muddled with names.

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          The pretty flower is a dahlia – now died down for the winter. I love getting mail. I am currently vacuuming but keep stopping and having another cup of tea because I expect the mail lady to drive past any minute.

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  1. umashankar

    I loved the elegant manner in which the climax was introduced. I was so captivated by the unfolding story, the car could have easily mowed me down too —I could almost hear and feel the Wham, Bang, Clang, Whoosh out of the blue!!! Incidentally, was it the author himself driving that car?

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          The autobiographical streak is that I think these days as I go out to check if there’s any mail, that I hope I get called for jury service. You get paid $17 an hour (apparently) which is not much, but it’s $17 more than I’m getting at the moment!!

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  2. noelleg44

    Somehow, I saw that coming! I have been called three times and never served. Once, because I was out of the country, and twice because I have a son in the military, my grandfather was a cop and I am too educated to be a ‘peer’ of the accused. Go figure.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I am completely unloved when it comes to jury service. My father got fined 5 shillings in 1923 for riding his bicycle at night without a light. Is that enough to exclude me from jury service?

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