I’ve never been called for jury duty, but I’ve always been curious about the process. Miles writes about his experience in the Superior Court of California, and how he was trying to get out of it because of a final exam:
After about a half hour of waiting, our room was led down to the courtroom by the black-uniformed bailiff, where we were seated in the back of the room. As quickly as the forty or so of us had filed in, we returned to exactly what we were doing in the last room: more waiting. Five minutes later, the bailiff returned to read us our legal obligations, where we raised our right hands and agreed.
The judge, it turns out, was kindly and took pity on him.