Jury Duty

            I talked to Bill the smog guru yesterday. He told me a story about his stint with jury duty. He was a juror on a domestic abuse case. A man came home drunk from a bar and tried to force his lady to perform oral sex, to which the lady responded by hitting the man over the head with a frying pan. The man socked the lady in the eye before he passed out on the floor.

            The lady went to work the next day with a black eye. Her workmates, upon seeing the black eye, asked how she got it. They convinced the lady to report her boyfriend to the police. The police arrested the boyfriend later that day. He was still asleep on the floor in the same position.

            Three felony counts later there was Bill deliberating with the other jurors who had unanimously voted to send the man up the river to San Quentin for the thirty odd years. 

            Fry him was the popular sentiment.

            Bill thought it a waste of taxpayer money to send the man to prison for thirty years. He said his neck twitched to the left when he realized how the jurors were leaning. Bill was the lone holdout. 
            After much deliberation the jurors convicted the man on a couple of misdemeanor charges. He did time served.