My Facebook status at the end of a verrrrrry long day of jury duty: “Made it through my jury summons today and it sucked about as much as pop culture told me it would. It started with a ridiculous video from the 90s about how awesome jury duty is, and how you’ll make lifelong friends serving on a trial jury (doubtful). Then San diego’s oldest judge talked to us for 1/2 an hour about any topic that popped into his head. During our first break, I stumbled upon what must be the most expensive 7-11 in the county, and then at lunchtime I went to Horton Plaza and someone spit in my hair from the second floor. When I got back, there was a lady in the bathroom quietly whispering “no… no…” over and over again which was hands down the most awkward public restroom experience of my life and then for allllll that… They announced that we were dismissed and they’d see us again next year. The judge may have been the weirdest part. He started talking about trial procedure, meandered off into some personal stories, then for about ten minutes repeatedly told us that our votes count, then went back into a personal account of a conversation he had with a juror last year, and then ended by telling us today was the 41st anniversary of his first election to the bench. Also, SOMEONE SPIT IN MY HAIR.”
- emilyb129 "What Feminist Quote Are You?"