Last November I got what one would call a horrible letter in the mail... a summons for jury duty. I recalled a conversation I overheard in the sauna at my gym where a guy got out of jury duty by saying it would be an extreme financial burden. So I decided to play that card. Two weeks later, I got a second letter in the mail saying I definitely have to report to the Torrance courthouse on Jan 22.
I woke up bright and early that Monday, Jan 22nd, and got to the courthouse in time. After registering, myself and a group of people are told to report to the Redondo Beach courthouse for jury selection. I didn't realize there was a courthouse on the Redondo pier, but there is. Talk about an awesome view in there. Well, compared to the view in Torrance it was good.
I'm immediately put in the juror box with 11 other strangers and four alternates and the "voir dire" began. The lawyers on both sides asked us some questions to try to decide which jurors they wanted to keep and which ones to get rid of. In the back of my mind, I wanted to come across as a racist, non-objective, stubborn idiot so I could be excused and get on with my life. Nope. They selected me. Let the fun begin.
The case was definitely interesting. There was an accident on the 405 north near LAX where the defendant rearended the plaintiff while in traffic. The defendant admitted fault and neglegence to the accident. The plaintiff complained of groin pain immediately after the accident. Upon going to the doctor, he wasn't diagnosed with anything. Just told to take it easy. A few weeks go by and he has a bulge on his groin. He goes back to the doctor and he's diagnosed with a hernia which needed surgery. The case came down to whether or not the accident (or the defendant's neglegence) caused the plaintiff's hernia. And if so, how much money is that worth?
Now if you heard the plaintiff's testimony, you would be certain that this accident caused his hernia. End of story. However, his profession clouded the water. He is a field engineer for Sony and goes to repair their plasma, etc TVs all over LA. He's lifting 50lbs - 200lbs almost daily. Can we absolutely say the accident caused the hernia? Couldn't there be a possibility his job contributed a little bit? And that is why we deliberated for two and a half days.
To the best of my ability, I'm going to try to remember all the jurors, their personalities, and so forth. It's interesting to see how people with completely different backgrounds can come to an agreement.
Juror 1: Black guy, in 60s, custodian, soft spoken, friendly, not the brightest light on the tree.
Juror 2: White woman, in 40s, housewife, friendly, reasonable, not super smart
Juror 3: Asian woman, in 30s, engineer, quiet, friendly, very intelligent and well spoken
Juror 4: White guy, in 20s, engineer, very tall, very smart, stubborn, looks freakishly like me. He even grew up outside Baltimore like me. I came to call him Bizarro Jim. He told me I look like "Jim" from "The Office." I told him my name really is Jim and he freaked out.
Juror 5: White guy, in 50s, not sure of his job, could be rude at times, laughed at my jokes so he's cool with me.
Juror 6: Hispanic guy, in 30s, accountant, heavy-set, family man, football coach, could be rude, overall nice guy though.
Juror 7: Hispanic guy, in 20s, security guard, always late, spoke his mind, friendly, generous.
Juror 8: White woman, in 60s, not sure of job, intelligent, short temper, attitude problem, cheap.
Juror 9: Asian guy, in 50s, not sure of job, quiet, meek, friendly
Juror 10: White woman, in 60s, not sure of job, smart, cancer survivor, fair & reasonable.
Juror 11: Asian guy, in 40s, physicist (Which leads to a funny story. He was asking for the speed and crash impact data all that shit. I said, "Dude, we're not physicists in here, so who cares?" He said, "Actually I am a physicist." I got owned on that one. Muffed!), stubborn, very intelligent, well spoken, friendly outside of jury room. Inside he had Kim Jong Il syndrome.
Juror 12: Yours truly. White guy, in 20s, Online Marketer, coolest, smartest, nicest dude in the world.
After almost ending in mistrial because at least nine of us couldn't come to an agreement, we finally reached a verdict. We found in favor of the plaintiff for nearly $40,000. I think that was a fair result given the strong opinions that he didn't deserve anything and the other strong opinions that he deserved much more.
Overall, I'd have to file this experience under the same category as pledging a fraternity... The coolest thing I never want to do again.