OK. My jury duty story. I despise civil court. I have an easier time accepting jury duty for criminal court, because I think it is usually more purposeful. Either someone did something wrong or their freedom is unfairly hanging on the balance. I have never been chosen for a criminal case. On one case I was questioned for, one of the attorneys used an exemption on me (I have no clue why -- I wasn't trying to get off), but then chose a guy who didn't speak English well enough to understand his voir dire questions. Go figure.
The one case I sat on was in civil court. An 18 or 19 year old was suing a nun. Him and his friends were tearing up a neighborhood on motorcycles. He was riding without a license and was on the sidewalk. The nun was backing out of a driveway and hit him. The nun's star witness was a half-blind priest who claimed he saw the whole thing from across the street. The kid's attorney didn't have him testify, which seemed fishy, and we kept being taken out of the courtroom while the attorney's argued things, so it left me with a sense that there was more than what we were being given.
We got to the jury room, and I was thinking, "You have got to be ****ing kidding me? Let's find in favor of the nun and the senile priest and get out of here." But it immediately became clear there were 4 or 5 jurors who were seeing race, not the actual case: A black kid who can't afford his medical bills. Let's help him out.
Immediately, we had a couple of junior Perry Masons, and they started parsing the judge's instructions and interpreting laws that may or may not actually exist, in order to find reasons for why the kid deserved some money. Luckily, me and another person were able to steer it back to the case, and it only took us about an hour. I was fearing wasted days inside that room that I would never be able to get back.
The kid's attorney had sort of a hangdog demeanor. Like he was just beaten down from chasing ambulances to make his mortgage payments. He looked so dejected when we delivered the verdict.
As I was leaving the courthouse, the lawyer for the nun saw me and asked if he could ask a few questions, and I said sure. First question: "What the hell took you so long?" I had to explain to him that they actually made us stick around in the jury room for an extra couple of hours, because they had ordered food for us, and by the time it was delivered and we ate and they brought us back in, the day had gone by.