A couple weeks ago, I sat on a trial. It. Was. Awful. I thought for sure I wasn't going to get picked because it was so late in the afternoon before my "panel" number was called. Dangit if they didn't call my number and I lined up with 25 others and we filed in the hallway, we filed into the elevator, we filed into the courtroom. Got interviewed by the judge, he let 12 go and the 14 of us were picked and stayed. Ugh. What was interesting was during the interview process, the judge made an example of one prospective juror because she feigned not understanding the judge's questions and at one point she screamed "I'm scared!" She spoke like she didn't know what the word justice and fairness meant. Eventually the judge told her she was faking and she can prepare to sit for the week on this jury. Turns out, she didn't sit, but she was removed from the courtroom by the bailiff because the judge wanted to speak to her in private. I served on a jury about 10 years ago - a simple DUI that lasted one day. But this one was a doozy. I guess it was my punishment for blowing off two summons. Well, I wrote a letter for the first one citing heavy workload at my job. But I really did not respond to the second one. The last summons I received had large, bold letters - YOU MUST REPORT. Report I did. And I hope I don't get another summons for 10 years. This trial was emotionally draining. Gah!