I was outside in the hallway doing rollcall of our 60 prospective jurors. There were a few who had not yet arrived, but they weren’t that late as I had gone out a bit early to call roll. I went into my explanation of why punctuality in jury selection is important, and was interrupted by a young woman in stripey highlighted hair and a tight pink t-shirt that highlighted her fat rolls, who walked right up to my face way into my personal space while I was in mid-sentence, and said she just got here. I asked for her last name to check her off the list. She then pointed to the courtroom doors behind me and asked, “Should I go in?” I was so irked by this idiocy that I said nonchalantly, “No, everyone’s still out here,” gestured briefly around me. Duh. Over 50 other jurors around us, all wearing Juror ID badges. I didn’t pause or use any inflection to make her feel stupid, I just did my notation on my jury list, and I was happy to hear some of the jurors around me chuckle at her.

Okay, that was mean, but I did tone it down, and I have little patience for stupid questions.