So I said to the other jurors, "I think the son-of-a-bitch is guilty!" And everyone else roared in agreement. And that was the end of my jury duty. And to hell with the poor defendant, Scooter Libby or whatever his name was.
No, but seriously, Day 2 was a dud. On Day 1 at least I got called to go to a trial courtroom, even though I sat in the back while about 75% of us got called up to the jury box to be interviewed by the lawyers. Day 2 I just hung out in the jurors' computer room and sent emails, punctuated by a few cell-phone calls in the hallway.
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