Almost everyone I know hates jury duty. Although, I do know one person who actually got upset when she was dismissed. I never understood what the draw was with that one... Perhaps she was excited about the possibility of a juror field trip. In case you don't know, sometimes jurors are allowed to leave the "box". A charter bus drives to the scene of the crime so they can visualize what may or may not have happened. A police officer gets to play chaperone - escorting the bus - sometimes on a motorcycle, sometimes in a car. I have no evidence to back this up, but I want to believe someone packs a bunch of bag lunches so the jurors can have a picnic while they're out.
Around 9:25 this morning, I spotted four buses lined up outside Suffolk Superior (on cambridge street). I always get excited when i see the buses because i think "FUN, GRUESOME GROWN-UP FIELD TRIP!!!" In front - a lone chaperone sat in his cruiser... so, either one really big jury was heading out or a few troopers were running a bit late for the other juries.
As I crossed Cambridge Street, seemingly out of nowhere, a loud voice penetrated the normal buzz of traffic, beeping horns and general city fodder. A voice blared over some sort of speaker or megaphone - it was the state trooper. He was yelling at a motorcyclist from inside his cruiser. The biker had stopped in the middle of the crosswalk and from what I could make out, he had approached the intersection a little too quickly. The trooper berated the biker over the loudspeaker, asking if he was trying to kill a pedestrian. This went on for about 20 seconds, several people turning their attention to the situation at that point.
As the light was about to turn green, the trooper threw open his door, stamped out into traffic and started pointing and screaming at the biker, telling him to pull over to the side of the road. As if the embarrassment wasn't enough, the guy was going to wind up with a ticket. As I walked away, I hoped the excited jurors would show up for their field trip in time to distract the angry trooper from writing that ticket.
But, like the motorcyclist, i had been in a hurry to get somewhere (work). So, i didn't have time to stick around and see what happened.
Oh, and by the way, if I ever get to go on a juror field trip, I'm totally sitting in the back of the bus since that's where all the cool kids sit!