Well, I’m doing my civic duty and serving on a jury. I got called to go in Monday, and I thought it might be kinda fun, be a part of the system, do my civic duty and all. Ends up, I’m on a kind of high profile child-molestation trial. Of course, while the trial is on going I can’t talk about any specifics but I have to say this is definately exceeding my expectations.
I feel special with my little Juror button, going through the secret passageways in the courthouse. Everyone has to stand up when I walk into a room. Attorneys quiver before me, with their big puppy dog eyes, pleading for some little morsel of approval. When I meet their eyes I have the power to cruch them under my heel, or send them into raptarous spasms of ecstasy, or send them slinking back to their little table, head down, tail between their legs. Bad attorney! No biscuit!
For the next week (or thereabouts, the judge estimates a week and a half total) I hold the defandants life in my slightly sweaty, well supremely capable hands. These hands, which last night made cookies to bring for everyone who inhabits the olympian seats of our deliberation room (where we can leave our belongings safely as the baliff locks it when we’re not there (no, really, yesterday someone brought a sandwich and when we came back during break it was still there, quite safe (I only brought a book to read, figuring we’d go out to eat, and we did, and she brought her sandwich along and ate it))), with a mere downturning of the thumb, can plunge this man into a Dantean abyss, or by rotating that same hairy and scarred, but still god-like hand, a mere one hundred eighty degrees at the wrist, on the vertical plane, so the the thumb extends upward toward the shining beacon of the heavens, and as if I have erased history, his lilfe will return to what it once was, and chaos and terror of the last year will dissapate, so that only relief and joy remain.
Of course, I could end up being one of the alternates. So there’s that. My head is so swollen I don’t just need a reality check, I need a reality checkmate.