Civic duty

Several weeks ago in the mail I received a summons from the Hayward Hall of Justice, a.k.a. the Superior Court of CA, Alameda County. The paper informed me that I had been selected for jury duty. Having lived here in Berkeley just shy of two years, I suppose I was due for my day on the bench. However, that does not stop me from moaning about it.

I called up the jury hotline last night hoping my group would not be called to court. Sadly, my group, G-2000, was selected. I then had the option of pressing "3" on my touchtone phone for directions to the courthouse. I pressed "3" and was informed I was not to report to the Hayward Courthouse (as described on the summons), but I was to go to Pleasanton's Gale-Schenone Courthouse located on Stoneridge Drive. Stoneridge Drive is otherwise known as a street within a maze of a business and office parks. It is a very unlikely place for a courthouse, I will tell you that.

I decided to take my bicycle on BART because the thought of a 30 odd mile drive on I-680 in the middle of rush hour, not knowing where I am going, seemed like a pretty bad idea. I left Berkeley at 6:50 a.m. in order to make the 7:04 train from Ashby. I managed to make it to the courthouse without much delay by following the Sherrif's paddywagon that was making a left onto Stoneridge Drive assured myself I was not as lost as I felt. In general, lost is a good description for what one feels upon arrival in Dublin-Pleasanton.

Next thing was to check in with the jury clerk and then sit down and wait. Soon enough, the room was filled with about 40 other people just as lucky as I was. Once we were all sitting, the clerk began an instructional video about how to be a juror. In this video, a variety of ethnic minorities who have participated in jury service provide perspectives on their experiences. As a feel-good device, the video seemed to keep people's attention. After the video was over, I put my head down on the table and drifted into a nice slumber, almost forgetting where I was for a little bit.

At 10:30, after nearly two hours of sitting in the jury lounge, we went into court where we were greeted by the slimy counsel. Judge enters, sits, and proclaims that we can all go home because the defendant failed to appear in court.

What I surmise is that the judge had us wait for two hours hoping this dude/dudette would arrive, late as he/she was. However, I guess you only get a two hour forgiveness window for being late. I wonder what the hold up was. She seemed annoyed.

At this point, the jury audibly burst out in relief - apparently we'd forgotten the enthusiasm for jury service we promised after the video had ended. People streamed out of the courthouse, into the blistering Dublin heat, and got on with their lives.