Jury Duty

To tell the truth, I was not even called for voir dire, so after being excused I went downstairs to watch arraignments, an endless line of restrained individuals charged with possession of marijuana, DUI, driving without a license, failure to appear who, when they reach the front of the line, were moved around like chess pieces by steroidal marshals while the judge and the attorneys played King and bishops and decided to let the pawns go for now.  Then back upstairs for a gang-related murder trial, the witness recalling years of an eye for eye.  It called out for cup of coffee at the shop near the subway, and I would have pondered there  the sad game of life if a patron had not kindly come to the table and handed me my wallet, informing me that I had dropped it after paying the cashier.