I’ve never been picked. I’ve always wondered if, in my jurisdiction, I’m just not the right ‘hue’. (The defense lawyers always seemed to be looking for matronly Black ladies - and I’d do the same, in their position.)
I got let out of one because a woman was suing her doc over back surgery; and I’d had lots of back issues, and lots of experience with doctors...
Maybe if you’d acted VERY INTERESTED you would have been refused...:-)
I really didn’t want to be there. I was yuppie, back then. They put over 100 of us in this huge room, and I thought I was going to scream. It was getting too warm, and there was no moving air. Then when I was led into the courtroom, the defense attorneys were sitting with their clients at a long table, whose relatives or parents got them nice clothes. Shirts and ties. I was so naive, I thought they were law students. Boy, did I feel dumb.
Years ago I was picked for jury duty. I was selected for a trial but was rejected when they asked if I had any encounters with the police department that could influence a jury decision. I said yes.
When I was 17 I pulled up to a stop light and was waiting for the green when a cop came up and jerked my driver door open. He then dragged me out of my car and started beating the crap outta me. After a couple of minutes another squad car came up and the other cops pulled the brawler off of me. They cuffed me and drove me to the station where they booked me for disorderly conduct. My mom came down and got me out of jail.
It turned out that a passenger in my car flipped off the cop as we drove by him and the cop thought it was me doing it.
The worst part was ultimately facing my dad, who was away on a business trip at the time.