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It took the twelve of us two days, about five hours, to come to a verdict. It was a lot harder then I thought it was going to be. Also a lot more emotional.
We went back into the courtroom and the deputy read off what Lester would be charged with . In the end we all unanimously found him guilty of assault with a deadly weapon and mayhem. Lester cried. All the spectators, who were clearly there for Lester also cried. One woman, who might have been his wife looked at us with disdain shaking her head. No one really “won”. It was a bunch of losers. In every single sense of that word. Losers.
The twelve of us were thanked for our civil duties and we left the courtroom. We each got a certificate with our names and a gold star. Mine will be taking permanent residence on my refrigerator.
The prosecuting attorney came out of the court room to chat with some of us. He asked if we thought he gave a compelling argument (who knew lawyers were as insecure as the rest of us). I told him he needed to slow down a bit and I could tell when he was rushing. He said I gave excellent eye contact. Win goes to Juror #3 for eye contact.
Because I was chosen I will not be eligible to sit on a jury for another three years. I am really ok with
that. It is way more fun to watch my court television shows. Like most things in life, the real thing just
didn’t quite live up to the hype.