It looks like I'm going to get a second chance to see that justice is done. Just found out that I need to report tomorrow morning at 9:00 for jury duty, round two.
I'm not sure what the trial is going to be. I have no idea what type of juror they're looking for. We'll see if they like me.
I know that the attorneys' reasons for selecting one person and not another out of the masses have way more to do with their legal agendas and much less to do with their personal feelings about how fabulous or atrocious they think we (as prospective jurors) are.
But I can't help but have that nervous feeling of a ten year old kid, standing on the playground at recess, hoping she's not picked last for kick ball.