Denied another shot at passing judgment

Once again, I was summoned for jury duty. Once again, I was dismissed after spending half a day at court, shivering in the hyperactive AC. I'm beginning to think lawyers mistake my naturally shifty look for a vengeful nature.

Maybe it's just as well. You only get paid $40 a day. And after the judge explained the facts of the civil case in question, I was already thinking it sounded way too complicated: 

A young woman and her pre-teen daughter were going down I-75 in a minivan when some jerk in a pickup forced her off to the shoulder; she over-corrected and the van crossed traffic to collide with the guard rail. The two were unhurt; the pickup driver never  bothered to stop. But then a semi came up and rear-ended the van, injuring both the woman and the little girl. She was seeking around $200k for medical bills and whatnot.

The only thing I could think of was the asshole in the pickup -- surely the proximate cause of the accident. He was caught and charged. But I don't suppose this was a guy who could cover the registration on his truck, much less come up with 200 large. So the woman's attorneys were suing the trucking company instead. I counted all the attorneys in the room, did some division, and figured that in the best-case scenario, the woman and her daughter might walk out of there with the cost of a used minivan.

The judge said the trial might last six days, during which I'd undoubtedly learn much more about the case than I would ever want to know. I was glad when I was among the dozen or so dismissed. But then, walking back to the parking garage, I was kind of disappointed too. All the drama and injustice in the world, and you almost never get a say in sorting it out.  I think I could have judged the facts fairly. And driving home, I was surprised to realize that I wanted to. I had stopped thinking about my personal inconvenience, and started thinking about the story.