Called three times, sat once. In Detroit, sat around all day and didn't get seated. In Southfield, sat around for a few hours and was sent home because all the cases were settled. In Oakland county, helped convict a small-potatoes pot dealer three years (!) after the arrest.
That one was odd. There were four charges: Selling pot (a felony), possession of a weapon while committing a felony (selling pot), possession of a firearm by a felon (also a felony, as he'd been busted & convicted before), and possession of a weapon while committing a felony (having a firearm and being a felon). The last two were incestuous enough that we had trouble believing it. We sank him on the pot-selling charge and let him off on the others because the prosecution couldn't show that he knew that the weapon was there.
If I get called again, I just might bring along a copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas if I can find one with a cover that's readable from a distance.
Fred
"For shame, gentlemen, pack your evidence a little better against another time."
-- John Dryden, "The Vindication of The Duke of Guise" 1684