I've never been a potential juror before. It was kinda exciting. I had the choosing up teams feeling: "Pick me! Pick me!" for some of it. Though mostly I was hoping they wouldn't actually pick me. I had things to do.The process moved at the usual government pace: Hurry up and wait. Good thing I brought a book. I was reading the latest John Grisham novel, The Appeal, which I thought was pretty funny to be reading during jury duty.
One of the questions the judge asked the whole group was if we had any family members who were police officers. I raised my hand. So later, in the judge's chambers for the more private interview, I was asked about it. (When I said my brother's name, everyone was noticably impressed, so hey - way to have a great reputaion bro!) Then the judge asked me if I would be more in favor of believing the police officers' testimony because of the family relationship. I thought about it and then said yes. So that was the last question for me and I was escorted out. Yay! I'm outta here!
But seriously folks, relatives aside, if you had to choose between a total stranger and two police officers, who would you believe?
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