The Reluctant Juror

Today, my husband is sitting in a courtroom in the county courthouse hoping and praying he won’t be selected for jury duty.

The judge said the trial will last one month. A month! I know it’s a great privilege to have a jury of one’s peers, but wow! What a sacrifice for busy people, to have to put aside their lives and sit in a courtroom, day after day, listening to one’s defense for a crime. Bleak!

One fellow tried to explain to the judge that he was a salesman on commission. If he lost a month of work, he’d lose a month of salary.

“Can you pay your mortgage next month, even if you serve on jury duty?” the judge asked.

“I…guess so,” the fellow said.

“Then you’re in the jury pool,” the judge answered, hard heartedly. “Next!”

My husband left for the day with as much enthusiasm as if he were facing an execution squad.

My son and I coached him at dinner on how to answer the District Attorney’s and the Public Defender’s questions, to get dismissed. Quickly. You know, things like…pretending you have an invisible person on each shoulder, telling you what to say. Or twitching uncontrollably.

I’ll keep you posted on today’s judicial outcome.

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.