Public Worker Restores My Dwindling Faith In Humanity.

Upon reporting for jury duty, I forgot to leave my MP3 player in the car. I had no choice but to toss it in a waste basket at the inspection point at the Court House (The parking garage was 7 blocks away, walking back to the garage would've made me late and subject to penalties for failure to report).

Once up in the Juror assembly room, after I had been signed in, I asked one of the court clerks if I might go back downstairs, retrieve my player and hide it under a bush outside the building (That way at least there was a slight chance that I might recover it at the end of my service). She mentioned that if I go out of the building I would have to get at the end of the line to get back in (which could have me absent if they called me before having a chance to be back upstairs and again, subject to the penalties).

This nice lady (a court clerk) offered to retrieve my player from the waste basket at the check point in the lobby and keep it in her possession until it was time for me to leave. When my service was over she walked me to the door and handed me my MP3 player. I thought that was very nice of her.

BTW, eectronics are not allowed in the building.
Bitto69 Bitto69
61-65, M
4 Responses Jul 11, 2012

That electronics should not be allowed on a security sensitive facility, I can understand.

I can't understand that they have to go into the trash, though.

She was nice, for an American standard. I'm not saying her action should not be admired, I'm saying Americans should relax and be more friendly. It's the lack of similar actions that makes hers noticeable.

True! Thanks for the comment :-)

I got this perception from Andrea Smith, she writes a blog called "an American in Portugal". The first time she went back to the US, two years after she came to live here, she found it hard not to say good morning when going into an elevator and not excusing herself every time she bumped into someone.

A post I found funny is about one day she heard a strange music, looked out of the window and saw a man walking next to his bicycle. She asked her Portuguese boyfriend what the music was and he told her that man was a professional sharpener, who uses the bicycle to power a grinding wheel and plays a flute to announce he's there.

She was bewildered to see people letting him into their homes and bringing knives to him.

I know the feeling, I was born and raised in a foreign country, at a time when people still trusted each other.


Sometimes we pigeonhole certain people into a stereotype(another good example in MA, is RMV employees) but people are individuals, and nice people are everywhere!

Nice. I haven't lost faith in humanity. I see beautiful things all the time, all over the world. These things don't make the news.