jury non-duty

I arrived to my first ever jury duty last week (in clear defiance of the recommended business casual dress code) wearing a beanie, glasses, t-shirt, fleece zip-up, striped neon gloves, rolled up jeans, leg warmers, and boots.  I was prepared to get comfortable should a snowstorm hit San Diego.  (It didn't.) 

To my astonishment, I was one of five out of about 500 people, that chose comfort. 

The room had been packed at the start of the day (an uncalled for 740am).  The picture above was taken when we were released from service in the late afternoon, and that frown is real.  It wasn't because I regretted my choice in clothing; I actually wanted to be a real life juror and really thought it was going to hear my name called.

Maybe next time I'll adhere to the clothing recommendations.  Probably not though.