For a change of pace, all last week, I sat for 8 hours a day. Well, actually, I guess not change of pace. Exact same pace. Different place. Different time. Different pay. Less comfortable chair. I was a juror on a personal injury lawsuit. I sat through four days of character witnesses and doctors' testimonies. It was a rude invasion into someone's life, but she volunteered it.
I have a new loathing for personal injury lawyers. Their logic is annoyingly fallible. The plaintiff's lawyer's closing arguments were literally nauseating. His attempt at mixing logic with emotion wouldn't emulsify. You know, mayonnaise is an emulsion of vegetable oil and egg yolks. Try eating that unemulsified and that's about how I felt during his closing argument. Then, the defense followed. The two lawyers split their time. The woman's argument was more palatable. For me, her argument and the testimony of one of the doctors really shaped my opinion. The male defense lawyer tried the fire and brimstone angle. Not a fan. He started yelling about how the plaintiff's emotional argument made him angry. I don't respond well to yelling. I shut down.
We deliberated for 2.5 hours and awarded the plaintiff about 6.5% of what they asked for.
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