I was called up for jury duty in federal court when I looked like my avatar. Twenty-some-odd cases that smacked of entrapment, they stretched one bottle of pills a long long way to bust friendly barmaids that tried to do a good deed. In all likelihood most didn't make a dime for the literally two or three pills they passed. There was a kidnapping trial in progress and a couple armed robbery trials coming up I wouldn't have minded sitting on. Young male with hair over my collar and a full beard was an automatic dismissal from the drug cases and not likely to sit on the other cases. I got three dollars a day and burned three times that much gas going to the courtroom. I also lost a week of foreman's pay and pissed off all my bosses missing a week of work when I was pushing a crew.
Thirteen months later, another call for jury duty, same court. They have to wait twelve months between call ups. The only time I shaved the dice. Called my city councilman and told him what happened the last time. Also told him I didn't mind serving on a jury but wasting a week and risking my job to sit on a pew for a week didn't make sense. That summons went away somehow.
The hints about what the case was about reminds me of one somebody I knew who was in a jury pool. Obviously about guns because that was the line of questioning: "Do you own guns?"
"Yes"
"Where do you keep them?"
"What do you mean? Some clarification needed before giving away more information about guns than he had to.
"Do you keep them in your house, in your vehicle, on your person?"
"Yes."
Their turn to ask for clarification. "Which of those places?"
"In my house, in my vehicle, on my person. Anywhere it is legal to have them and I feel like having one handy."
Our cars are extensions of our homes in my state and have the same rights. Also we are a "shall issue" state meaning the state has to show cause why not or issue a CCL.
The juror went home. He never knew exactly what the case was about but it seemed to be about the application of our Second Amendment rights.
I used to laugh when people asked how many guns I had. Might as well ask me how many hammers or screw drivers I had. I didn't know, didn't much care. I treated them like any other tool or piece of sporting equipment.
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