TEMPTING YOU WITH MONKEYS

The Civic Center area is a cold and gloomy place and there are Orcs there. Plus, for desperate people seeking sustenance with which to relieve the tedium of the jury selection process, whose time is limited, it is grim. The less said about that plate of food probably the better. Suffice to say that the cook was not Cantonese, or, if he or she was, so apathetic about appetisement that they could have worked in a prison, mental hospital, or morgue. Other than a table with three attractive middle-aged Mandarin speakers every one else was overweight. Because it was fast and clean with generous portions. Didn't finish the rice, dish, or Thai iced tea. And happily listened in with one ear pointed at the Mandarin-speaking ladies, the other toward the oversized Filippinos.

Had enough time for a short pipe afterwards before dozing in the jury pool patiently waiting area before they let us back in. Was out of there about an hour later. So I've done my civic duty for the year. And neener neener neener.

I happily skipped off, celebrating freedom.

The same grouchy grumbly street person was still reclining on the same deep governmental window ledge as before when I had gone past in the morning. Still stream-of-consciousness complaining. She must be a constant joy for the workers in the office on the other side of the glass. Kind of like having a bird nesting there brooding eggs. They probably hope she'll hatch sometime soon. This year. The world needs more zombies.

There are some areas of San Francisco which are grimly frigid areas much of the time. The Civic Center. Montgomery Street from Clay to Market. The Sunset and Richmond Districts. Much of N Judah. Brannan Street. And every hipster dive anywhere.


Questions asked of everyone in the remaining group after over half had been eliminated: How long have you lived in San Francisco? What is your occupation? Are there any other adults in your residence? What do they do? If you hear about a crime is there anything that might prejudice you? Do you believe that you could give a fair and impartial verdict after hearing all the facts of the case?

That's four multiple choice, two yes or no.

Too many years, I'm old dammit. Frustrating exchanges with senile old rightwingers while wishing I could turn the hose on them. One other person, an apartment mate, who deals with electronic paperwork which too many of her coworkers are not bright enough to be capable or efficient about. No, I am an equitable person talented at being judgemental about many things in the world not just criminal behaviour, and I can give a completely impartial even neutral judgement radiating disdain about anyone or anything, trust me you bozos.

They should have kept me. I would have been a perfect jury member.
More your peer than I one cannot get.
Eleven.



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