The Trial

I have to admit, there's nothing real exciting to tell you about. That's probably a good thing. It was a domestic abuse trial where the plaintiff accused the defendant of battery (the actual incident was an alleged choking). In short, the plaintiff's testimony on the stand was different from the written report, which the plaintiff filed with the police the day after the alleged crime. That testimony also differed from the testimony of the police officer who first responded and opened the investigation. The funny thing is that the officer was called to the stand by the prosecution and all that did was damage their case. Anyway, we (the jury) came to a "not guilty" verdict after what I'm guessing was a fairly brief deliberation. I'm confident that was the right decision. It was just a one day trial. We started at 9:30am and were done by the afternoon. Thank goodness, because the jury chairs in this courtroom might have been the most uncomfortable things I've ever sat in. Well, I only sat in one of them, but I figure they were all just as bad. Sorry there were no Hollywood-style courtroom moments to pass along, but it was still intresting.