Just received a jury summons after a thirteen year hiatus. Which brings me to...
1993. The summons came a month before my folks and I were to vacation, so I was able to get a one month delay. Had I not delayed, I would not have served due to cancellations all sorts. However...
Parked in a jury lot several blocks from the courthouse, so I was a bit warm seeing how it was early June. No metal detectors in those days, though they would soon do so when someone's family member brought a gun and shot up the place a couple of years later. Asked around for the proper room, opened the door and found numbered circles on the floor nearby -- when your name is called, a number is associated with it, and that is your location in the jury box.
Checked in, used the lavatory, got something to eat (it was not yet 7am), and then watched a fun film saying what a joy jury duty is, relating how attorneys could actually determine your worth by your clothing style, type of shoes, & etc; how reserve jurors could be passed over from one case to the next but would find at least one case that would "fit"; what a joy it was to get paid a few dollars for your time.
And then I sat, paced, read boring issues of Field & Stream, and then...
Small number (number one is mandatory foreman), bailiff calming everyone assembling, informing us before leaving what the case is roughly about. We then strolled though the building discussing nothing, filed into a tremendously lit courtroom, was sworn in, and each of us stood up playing show-'n'-tell with our names, address, phone number (yes, all in public), and our employment status, followed by questions regarding the case, whether we knew anyone involved (including the judge), and etc.
Had to go into chambers to discuss something with the judge; consequently, didn't have to serve. Back to the pool room.
Next case? Pub brawl, with things flying and bones breaking. 32 jurors called, after 27 interviews and me at 29 (if I recall properly), the rest of us were dismissed.
Lunch called, then back for another two cases. One involved loans so complicated, the judge had to send for more jurors with money backgrounds. The last case I don't recollect, save for the judge leaving for his chambers to the whims of a attorneys with attitude, and returning, arguing with a heart specialist juror that his being on call 24/7 would just have to wait regardless of what he or the hospital thought -- incredibly, he argued back at the judge with some force, which we all thought later was rather extraordinary.
Not selected for the first day, I came back the next to discover I could've stayed home.
This time around will have to delay for various reasons.