LAist Goes to Court
Excuses like, "My dog ate my summons," "I'm agoraphobic," and even the credible, "I'm not compensated for time off," are all useless. Unless you're a septuagenarian or perhaps an officer of the peace, there's no escaping. Yes... Despite our best efforts, even LAist was subject to jury duty.
So, on Thursday of last week, LAist drove into the heart of downtown Los Angeles. Although we are familiar with some streets, we drove in circles for about 45 minutes trying to find the right garage. 99% of all the parking lots around the Superior Court post a sign saying "NO JURORS." Curt parking attendants and impatient drivers who knew their way around town waved various digits at us, but failed to point us in the right direction. An hour late, with sweat dripping on our brow, we finally found the juror-friendly parking lot on the corner of Olive and 1st.