When they excused me I was also thankful as there was no way I could have been impartial, which would have been unfair to the respondent and contrary to the whole point of serving correctly. I told the judge I would try, but he could see in my answers that I would have a hard time, so he let me go. Today's judge was so much better than the last time I was called to serve about 6 1/2 years ago. When I explained to that judge that my mother was going to be having surgery and I needed to be available for her, he asked me "if she survived the procedure would I go back to work." I said I would, as it happened to be the holiday season in retail and I was the boss there and the breadwinner at home. He told me that in that case I could serve on the jury. I believe that there's a special place in hell for that fellow.
After I left the courthouse I was feeling peckish, so I grabbed a sandwich at a marvelous food truck near city hall. Never pass up a decent looking food truck - yummy goodness will ensue. It was a scallion pancake folded in half and stuffed with two lightly cooked eggs, cheddar cheese and two thick slices of bacon. The yolks were so runny and delicious that I was a mess at the end. Then I walked to the next T-stop in the hope that the forward momentum would ease the pain shooting down my leg. It was a joy to walk through the city that I love, to watch all the people out in their fall gear and to see the progress on the outside of the Government Center T-stop.
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