I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. A room with some 150 people of mixed ages, ethnicities, and both genders; waiting all day bored as hell; talking to one another either to be friendly or to break the insane monotony of 8 hours sitting in a downtown courthouse… Prime phero testing grounds!
In this thread, I’ll try to chronicle interesting experiences I have doing my jury duty while wearing pheromones. Due to the nature of things, I’ll be keeping combos socially slanted, but I may carry a to-go of TUTH or Ammo if the boredom becomes too monotonous. ![]()
I’ll start with yesterday, which wasn’t much, but every little bit helps. I wore:
3 drops of A314-- chin and back of ears.
2 sprays IFM-- Back left and back right of neck.
2 sprays of MX292 V.1 B.2 – neck pulse points.
Green Irish Tweed knock-off fragrance oil to cover.
When I first got there, it was 8:00 AM and it was pretty obvious that the only morning people were the county employees working there. Everyone was in various states of “still waking up”, or as in the case of the guy to my right, still asleep. Since it was the beginning of the 2 week jury cycle, the entire pool was present, which made the room EXTREMELY crowded and stuffy.
As the day wore on and groups of people were getting selected for voir dire on cases, things started to loosen up a bit. Everyone was able to get a little elbow room, and we were “free to move about the cabin”, so to speak. I stepped outside with a couple other people to have a smoke, and had decent chit-chat conversations. They were mostly professional types and it seemed we were all on the same wavelength, which I’m sure was due to the A314 giving me percieved status. My appearance also contributed as I was dressed biz-cas, leaning a bit heavy on the biz. I wanted to err on the side of caution for my first day, and was relieved to see that at least 2/3 of the people there were in jeans and casual shirts.
After the lunch break, people started to loosen up a little more, and the room thinned even more as other groups were called. Those of us not assigned to a group were beginning to develop that “We’re all stuck in the same place” sort of comraderie. Some people paired off to play checkers or chess, others went into the anteroom set up with a TV and VCR, while the rest of us started to form conversational clusters around the people we were sitting near. I was around a group of about 7 or 8 women and 5 or 6 guys. I was sitting beside an old oscillating fan that was probably there since the stone age and wouldn’t oscillate right, so I took it upon myself to try to fix it. That’s when the really stupid, corny jokes came in. One lady said “Maybe you could just turn it manually,” and I replied, “I need to figure out how to… okay, wait for it… waaaait for it… jury-rig it.” Yeah, REALLY dumb, but these two ladies who didn’t say much but kept watching me, busted out laughing.
I stepped out to the coffee stand in the lobby (This is in Tacoma, where coffee stands are probably a requirement per city code) and ordered a mocha. The barista was a middle aged, black woman with a very pleasant and cheerful demeanor. She asked how my day was going and I bantered with her about being held hostage and climbing the walls, etc. Just a nice little exchange that left us both smiling when I walked away.
Finally, when those of us left in the pool who hadn’t been called were dismissed at a little after 3, there was a mass exodus to the elevator. The car I was in was seriously packed and dead silent once the doors closed. Out of the blue, I said in a voice that I swear sounded to me like Randall from the Clerks movies, “Don’t worry guys… I’ve got a book of matches juuuust in case.”, and the elevator car burst in laughter. I didn’t think it was all that funny myself, but it just spontaneously happened and was enough to break the oh-so brief elevator ice.
All in all, it was an interesting day, and I’m looking forward to trying out other combos as my service term goes on.
-D4