Whenever I received a jury summons, my reaction used to be the same as most people’s—bitching and moaning along with colorful expletives. Serving jury duty is about as pleasant as getting your teeth drilled at the dentist’s office or listening to American Idol contestant William Hung on an endless loop.
Through the years, my friends and I have discussed various ways of getting out of jury duty by answering jury screening questions with quips like “Is this going to take long? Because I’ll be needing my methamphetamine fix in an hour,” or, “I’m psychic so I would know who’s guilty even before the trial,” or “Yes, I know many police officers. Some of them are my best clients.” Wink wink.
