Being a juror wasn't as interesting as I had hoped. In the back of my mind there were fantasies of courtroom drama, shouts of "OBJECTION!", witnesses reduced to tearful confessions on the stand by brilliant questioning, and my own role in bringing justice and truth to the world. I knew those things weren't likely, but one can dream...
Instead I sat in a room. After thirty minutes of sitting in a room a video was played to convince us that serving on a jury was an honour and a joy rather than a chore. It made me cringe. A couple hours later a man walked to the front of the room and gave a long speech about the details of being on a jury, the time frame involved, how it all works, etc. When his speech was winding down he finished it up with "Oh, and we won't need you at all this week, your service is done. Thanks!"
I was glad that I didn't get caught up in a big trial. I have no interest in having my holiday plans destroyed. I am disappointed that I didn't even get to see a courtroom though, much less any Matlock-style courtroom antics.
It turns out that my experience of jury duty is exactly the same as most people I have talked to. You sit in a room reading for awhile, then someone tells you to go home because you weren't needed after all.
It is like going to an amusement park only to be turned away at the gate because one of the rides broke and it is a disaster inside the park. Sure, it is better than being the one on the ride who finds out that it is broken the hard way, but you sure didn't get what you wanted!
If only I could just clear a couple weeks of my schedule and offer to be on all the juries during that time. I would totally sign up for that. The waiting in a room for no reason thing... not so much.