By His Noodly Appendage?
Well I just got out of Jury Duty today, and somehow I dodged the random bullet that gets you called up to the juror's box. There must have been 60-70 prospective jurors there, and they were slowly dismissed until there were only about 8 of us left in the pool. Somehow my name never got picked, despite the odds increasing by the minute.
I heard some crazy excuses today, though. From a Vietnam vet with a chronic open wound to a wife of an ex-police officer, from a young man whose father, he believed, had been wrongfully imprisoned (and was still in prison) to religious views that you can't sit and judge someone.
The funniest part was when one of the lawyers asked how many of the prospective jurors wanted to serve on this trial. Nobody raised their hands.