Serving My Country aka "How Jury Duty Works in Kings County"

8:38 am - I am now in the lobby of the supreme court building.  Adventureland.

8:46 am - I am now in the juror waiting room.

9:27 am - Could have arrived now.  We all worked through our cards together.  I hope everyone by now has figured out their date of birth, citizenship, and address.

9:29 am - Now they are weeding people out if they do not speak English, are not citizens, don't actually live in Brooklyn, are students during the day, are stay at home parents who have to pick kids up at 3, or have such serious medical conditions that they aren't actually here.  

10:18 am - Although many people here look normal, they mostly do not match "my peers."

10:19 am - A captivating hour and a half of reassuring ourselves of our own names, date of birth, and employment has passed, and now we wait with buzzing anticipation.  The rose ceremony awaits.

10:33 am - They read a bunch of names in alphabetical order.  Surprisingly, no one volunteered tribute.  I don't think there are a lot of siblings here.  THE GAMES HAVE BEGUN.

12:15 pm - Second round of names called.  I continue to wait.  I feel disillusioned, unappreciated, hopeless.  At least I know that, for now, I am not unwanted.  A faint light glimmers.

1:34 pm - I am eating cheesecake and pickles at Junior's.  I'm not pregnant.  I am Brooklyn.

3:26 pm - DISCHAAAARGED! Huge group of us not allowed to judge our peers for the next eight years.