“I have the kind of backside that screams (figuratively), ‘yup. If you’re facing charges of rape, you definitely don’t want me on your jury panel.'”
I was summoned for jury duty last week. I turned up and spent most of the day twiddling my thumbs in what is essentially a large waiting room. In the afternoon I was finally selected for potential involvement in a rape trial, estimated to last two weeks. My number was called out in the courtroom; I was to be the final juror. The accused then objected to my inclusion on the jury panel, and so I was sent home.