Monday, July 22, 2013

Order in the Court, the Judge is eating beans...



I WANT to go to jury duty.  I don't understand why everyone tries to get off.  I would LOVE to be in a jury room and see what happens for real.

I think it probably won't happen unless I learn to keep my yap shut.  Two times in two years, I was the first potential juror bounced from a case.

I work for a law firm and that guarantees me that I'm going to get a special little interview.  This case today was about one lawyer suing another lawyer.  It gets better.  The plaintiff (a short, Napoleanish type guy) went to arbitration on a matter.  When he lost that case, he turned around and sued his lawyer (plaintiff)  for malpractice.  The most amazing thing to me is that he found someone who would still be willing to represent him.

After a uninteresting exchange the attorney said, "do you have any thoughts about this case that may be relevant?"  I did.  And that little voice in my head is saying, "don't say it!"  I said it.

"Well, I don't know anything about the case and I'll be open to hearing about the specifics but - isn't arbitration supposed to be binding?  And final?  It sounds to me like someone got there nose out of joint."  The next thing I felt was the door of the courtroom hitting me in the rear.

My favorite moment in the juror questioning? The judge asked if anyone had been involved in a civil action before and Juror 9 raised her hand and said she was involved in the Dalkon Shield case.  The judge said, "you mean, you were part of a class action suit?" "Yes." "Twenty-five years ago." "Did you testify or have anything to do with it?" "No."

Last year was a malpractice case where a terminal patient died and the family was suing for malpractice.  When they asked me my opinion I once again opened my pie hole and said, "I don't know, it doesn't seem to matter what happened, it just seems that somebody feels that should get paid for everything that happens."  I don't even remember which side threw me off.

If I had a bucket list, serving on a jury would be on it.  Once.




Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A doll for my doll


I honestly don't feel that great about this.  Amalia is going to be 7 tomorrow.  And she's wanted an American Girl doll, like some of her friends have.  For those of you who don't know, i.e., those without daughters, an American Girl doll costs $110.  Not a typo.  That's just for the doll and the outfit she's wearing.  You can buy accessories totaling another $39,000. None of their parents by them the dolls, this is strictly grandparent territory.

I'm trying to remember anything that I wanted as a kid that cost so much.  The Baseball Encyclopedia which was $25 in 1969.  My parents did buy it for me, although by the time they did it had been marked down considerably as it was some time in the middle of the 1972 baseball season.  I was still pretty happy with it.  

Amalia has not been a jerk about it.  One day she said, "I don't know why things cost what they do.  Like for $100 you can buy a barbecue grill which is a useful item.  But a doll is smaller and isn't useful, it's smaller, it shouldn't cost more than $30."  This works much better on us than the "Can I" gambit.  "Can I have an American Girl doll?  Can I?  Can I?"  Also, she's right.

We asked the grandmas if they'd split a doll and they cheerfully agreed.  So yesterday we went to THE AMERICAN GIRL DOLL STORE at The Grove and told Amalia the surprise.  Surprise was an understatement.  She settled on Saige, the 2013 Doll of the Year.  I didn't want to look at any of the other people in the store because I didn't want to see "what kind of people bought their kids American Girl dolls."


She looks pretty happy, right?  Happy birthday, baby, I wish I could buy you ten of them.