I got out of serving jury duty. The jury selection process was surprisingly like traveling by plane. There was a lot of waiting. A lot of sitting. A lot of lining up and being shuffled from place to place. Movies. A couple of brief flurries of activity. An OK lunch (veggie pizza from the Firehook bakery in the basement). A couple of hundred strangers forced to interact in close quarters. People tapping away on laptops and listening to iPods. But - no kids! (There is free child care provided.)
The trial I was interviewed for concerned a gentleman who had been arrested for allegedly dealing cocaine and marijuana. On the long list of juror questions I picked three to disqualify myself: my upcoming travel (which I told the judge the dates had not been confirmed yet), my associations with various law enforcement people (all from the Dept. of Justice - people at church, my next door neighbor, and someone from the Cal alum association), and, as a last resort, articulating my support for legalizing marijuana. Actually the judge spent more time on my travel than on my thoughts on pot, and in the end I was excused. There were about 100 candidates anyway so I'm sure they got the full complement of jurors.
I enjoyed my jury duty :) I was surprised I *did* get selected... the case was about an accident that an on-duty police officer got into with a citizen. They of course asked if we had any connections to law enforcement and I said yes, my fiance. And yet, they still took me!