I’m a civics geek. I love things like voting and the idea of jury duty. Today I got called for the 4th time, but I’ve never been picked.

I even made it into a specific pool today, as in 39 of my fellow citizens and I were escorted up to the elevator foyer outside of a courtroom where 12 of us would eventually be jurors in a real trial.

That’s where I blew it. Yup. In the elevator foyer.

When I first checked in downstairs, I told the nice woman at the window that I was a nursing mom and I would have to pump every 2.5-3 hours. She said, “no problem, come knock on the door here, we have a room you can use.”

90 minutes later, in the elevator foyer, I quietly said to the judge’s clerk, “I’m a nursing mom, and some time in the next 45 minutes, I’m going to need to pump, and then again every 2.5-3 hours after that.”

She identified my name on her clipboard and disappeared for 10 minutes, leaving all 40 of us standing in the elevator foyer, blocking traffic.

When she returned, she told me that I was dismissed from this panel and I should return to the jury management office and check in with them.

I did, then sat in their large storage closet and pumped. Then I hung around in the waiting area and read my book until 11:40, when they told us to go on a 15 minute break and get lunch. Then more reading. And more. And more. We were finally dismissed, thanks for doing your civic duty. I don’t know exactly when, because I couldn’t find my car in the parking lot, and wandered it for some horribly long and indefinite period of time. I got home and pumped again around 2.
I have to say, there’s something that sits funny with me that I was dismissed for needing to pump.

Of course, I almost certainly would have been dismissed for another reason anyway. (Conventional wisdom says that lawyers never get picked.) But still!