I just finished a three day stint as a juror in a criminal case. My first time ever chosen and I loved it. My mother used to watch Perry Mason even in reruns but I was never overly fascinated by it. After hanging on every word of the OJ Simpson trial I watched court TV for a bit on a regular basis, so I guess I would fall in the average interest part of the American pie chart as far as law and trials are concerned.
I loved the process of jury selection and elimination and I loved watching potential jurors try to weasel out of it. The prosecuting attorney was young and as it turned out this was his first case. No one was as attractive as they are on TV. Well, maybe one or two people.
We deliberated for a very brief time. As soon as the door closed people started yapping, I realized what I was listening to sounded as if everyone was on the same side, so I suggested to the foreman that we take a count. We all found reasonable doubt and made a decision of not guilty.
Juror #7: Uhh... I don't uh... think he's guilty! (played by Jack Warden from 12 Angry Men)
As we walked out of the deliberation room, down the hallway towards the elevator I envisioned the credits scrolling behind me.
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