Seven things about jury duty

1. You really are just a number.
2. Comfort of seating or room temperature is never ever taken into consideration.
3. The crazy old woman you almost hit with your car before getting there WILL be the woman you sit next to for 3 hours. On a hard wooden bench.
4. I think that there is a mandatory outspoken old man who does not want to be there. He bitches and speaks up whenever he can. Secretly, I think we all cheer for him.
5. The people sitting behind me were wicked obnoxious during the laywer-judge sidebar. I wanted to tell them to shut it. Then the judge did in the coolest way possible: "Excuse me this is not a bar. Someone's liberty is at stake here, I highly suggest you be quiet and respect it."
   
6. Speaking of the judge - she was amazing. She even injected that appropriate amount of humor into the questioning that was almost breathtaking to observe. If there was to be a judge written by Aaron Sorkin -- it would have been her. She was the best part of jury duty.
7. Juror #134 is adorable. (I think that was his number, I was too busy trying to stop myself from jumping over and licking his arm tattoos to remember his number.) I love stranger crushes.