8 enero 2009

I am with my brother and we both have to report for jury duty. He is all psyched about it, but I am not. At the court house there are a lot of people there for the selection and there is a long line for security. I am hungry and decide to go get something to eat. When I get back the guard tells me that I am running late so I rush through security, trying to juggle my food with all my belongings that have to come off, go through the scanner and then go back on again. When I get inside there is no one there but I have to stay, so I sit by the window and finish eating. Outside on the street I see this old beat up school bus. It stops and opens it's doors and all these homeless men approach and get something to eat. I am told to go into another room and this one is filled with all the jurors who made it. My brother is up front and I am in the very back. As the trial begins this one guy stands up and shouts something, while holding a giant piece of bread over his head, but it's not really bread, it's made up of cloth. On his cue, several other people also stand up holding smaller pieces. The man is taken out, and the others sit down. On lady who stood up is by me and I ask how he got her to do that with him and she replies that he was very approachable. Then I notice this Dr. Ruth looking lady in front of me, sneaking in a business call, with her laptop open on her lap.