You may recall a while back I received a summons for jury duty. I originally thought I'd defer it to sometime this winter, but I ended up having a whole in my schedule so I told them I'd be available.
After calling in last night, I discovered my number was among those required to show up for a fun and exciting day of waiting. After about an hour of waiting for the day to unfold, twenty three of my newest friends and I were called into courtroom #8.
For the next two hours we listened to the two attorneys ask a variety of questions to us such as: Who do you work for and what do you do? What makes you good at the job you do? Have you ever been in an accident? Do you have any chronic back or neck pain? do you think large monetary settlements are justified?
As you can probably surmise by now, it was going to be a civil case in which one party had rear-ended the other and now the claimant was seeking damages.
It was obvious right out of the gate that one of the attorneys was as sharp as a tack and the other was as dull as a well used crayon. The second one asking simple yes or no questions and looking extremely nervous the whole time. At one point he even dropped all of the paperwork he'd been holding, all the while trying desperately to conceal his embarrassment.
Well, after a couple hours of the question and answer portion of jury selection, it was time to break for lunch. A little over an hour later the clerk came back into the room that we regrouped in and announced the thirteen numbers of the ones who would be serving on this trial.
I was not one of the numbers called, but lucky me, I get to call in each evening for the remainder of the week to see if I get to repeat the process all over again. Truth be told, I was hoping that after the investment of my morning, I would be selected to see the trial through. Oh well, maybe next time.
And now I pose a question to you. For lunch I walked over to a local pub and restaurant to get a bite to eat. Both the food and the service were fine. Not remarkable, but not horrendous either. My bill came out to $14.35 for the fish-and-chips and iced tea. I had a fifty in my pocket and used that to pay with. When the waitress brought back my change it consisted of the following:
1-twenty, 3-fives and 65 cents in coins.
What was I supposed to leave as a tip? The twenty certainly wasn't part of the equation, one of the fives would have come out to a 35% tip, and the coins would have only been a 4.5% tip.
Personally I tip around 20% provided the service warrants it, but in this case the mathematically challenged waitress didn't think about the change she was giving me at all. Kind of irritating in my book. Not the end of the world by any far stretch, but not real bright either.
So...What would you have done?