As a patriotic American, I'm a registered voter, which means I'm sloshing around in the jury pool along with all the other flag-wavers.
Whenever I get summoned I try to be a good sport about it because, if I'm ever on trial, I want the folks on MY jury to be good sports. The thought of the jury box being like a cageful of tigers waiting to get sprung, or those poor chickens that PETA is always making you feel guilty about, that live in 1' x 1' cages their entire lives, squeezing out eggs, gives me chills. (BTW – I only eat cage-free eggs. I cannot STAND the thought of those poor chickens never once getting to spread their wings or walk around.)
Anyway, last September I got called for jury duty. I was still at Ye Olde Job at the time, and was actually pretty tickled at the prospect of missing a few days of work at full pay. But I didn’t get to realize that twin goals of good citizenship while playing hooky, because the prosecutor kicked me off the jury.
For no good reason.
I got seated 9th or 10th and figured I was sitting pretty for at least a week of working 6 or 7 hours days instead of my usual 9 or 10. But during voir dire, I noticed that the prosecutor was giving me these eagle-spotting-a-mouse looks. Then she asked me a couple of questions and decided to spit me out.
Why, you ask?
When she asked me if, should she prove her case with a preponderance of the evidence, but I still had a shadow of a doubt, would I be able to convict, I responded, “Sure.” One syllable, but as soon as I uttered it, her head whipped around and she pinned me to the jury box with the aforementioned predatory glare. I saw her exchange looks with the defense attorney. They asked me a few more questions, which I answered in ways they found to be equally unacceptable (because “sure” is apparently way less serious than “yes”).
Then they went away and conferred, and when they came back, they told me to take a hike.
I walked the walk of shame with the other two people who got canned (one for knowing a local attorney who was somehow involved in the trial, the other for being friends with the arresting officer).
But me, I got sacked over word choice.
If you want to read about someone who really deserved to be kept off (and sent to jail), check out this story.