I, Not the Jury

I narrowly missed serving on a jury about a gangland-style assassination that happened in a nightclub bathroom. For whatever reason, the lawyers discharged me, for which I am eternally grateful.

Every few years, I get a summons for jury duty. Every time, I dutifully make my way to the courthouse. Except for one experience, I’ve been dismissed in one day. This was the lone occasion where, by the lunch break, I panicked about what to…