Okay now for the part of this post you've all been waiting for. Okay I have to give some back story to this. So when we were in court we were on the 11th floor. The men's bathroom is on one side of the elevators and the women's on the other. When the female jurors needed to go the bathroom during our breaks they wouldn't allow us to go in there because you aren't supposed to talk to the jurors or have contact with them.
Well during one of our breaks the bailiff just told me to go down to 10. So I run down to 10, use the restroom and I'm washing my hands when a juror walks into the restroom. No not just any juror, a male juror. I just told him I thought he was in the wrong one. So he goes back to the door and opens it and sure enough it says Men's. I'm just dying. This juror was so nice and knew I was humiliated and just says, "I'm going to just laugh at you when we go back in court and know you went in the wrong one." I was just dying because I didn't want to say a word to him since you aren't supposed to talk to them at all.
So for the rest of court (a little over a week) I just was dying because I couldn't explain my stupid mistake. Just to be clear there were no urinals in there that I could see just stalls so I had no clue it was the men's and I obviously didn't read the sign.
3 comments:
at least you weren't in the stall and the juror didn't slide his foot over, tap his toe and do hand signals under the stall. HAHA. You probably wish you had been in the stall so you could hide until everyone left. OMGosh that is so funny.
While I have no interest in moving to Memphis, it does have a few high points. Sorry you were stuck there, working, with no tour guide for so long! Shoulda called us for some recommendations!
That's funny but I think the other one with you on the stairs better. That's a long time to be away from home by yourself. I wouldn't have survived.
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