I shoulda never posted an entry - now I keep getting drawn back in. I swear blogging is as addictive as crack.
Anyway, Monday I had a jury trial. During jury selection my first three peremptory strikes were pretty easy. Two had been previously represented by the defense attorney and one was just an absolute disaster who looked like she might actually appear on the docket as a defendant herself any day now. But I really didn't have any solid reason to pick anyone for the fourth strike. So I sit there and look over the jury pool. There's something about juror number 18 which bugs me. I can't figure it out and I dang sure couldn't verbalize why but I don't feel like he'll be a good juror. Still, I like to have solid reasons for striking someone so I look around at the other jurors and try to find someone, anyone whom I believe I have some reason to strike. I can't find anyone so I semi-reluctantly strike juror 18.
On Wednesday I'm in court again and the judge and I are discussing the case. Suddenly the deputy pipes up: "Judge, I think we're going to have to excuse a member of the jury pool from future service. I saw him getting arrested yesterday by the State Police." Which juror was it? Number 18.