I know we'll get some silly made up stuff in here, but this one is true: About 10-ish years ago, I got summoned to jury duty for the first time. It was in Orlando. Unlike other people, I was ecstatic. To me, the concept of a jury of peers is one of the greatest cornerstones of our country. Its a privilege in my mind to serve on a jury. Anyway, I had been in trouble with the law one time. It was in Palatka. When I was 17, I was pulling in to a slanted parking space at a Wendy's from the wrong direction. I crunched a Honda CRX. I backed up, (license plate square to the Wendy's window) panicked and hauled ***. I had gotten into an accident about 4 months prior (not my fault) and was terrified I was gonna lose my license by either the state or worse, by mother. The whole rest of the day I was sick with guilt. I barely slept. I barely ate. This was during summer, so I didn't have school, which is good because 7:30 am there was a knock at the door. It was a cop. All he got out was, "Sir is tha...", before I said, "Yes it was me! I hit the car and left, I suck and am a horrible person what do I do now?" He told me to go to the police station before 10:00 am. When I got there, I was told that I'd have a hearing and that if I had been 18, I'd probably be arrested. When my hearing came around, the judge pulled my case and started laughing. He then said, "Hey Frank, this is the guy that hit your car." Frank, it turns out, was the public defender. He had just bought the car 2 weeks prior. I ended up with 6 months of probation and had to pay the $1000 deductible. Slap on the wrist, but that had been my only court room experience prior to being called to jury duty. So, I'm at the courthouse with the other prospective jurors. There's got to be about a hundred or so of us, all in this well appointed room with tvs, games, books, computers, food, coffee etc. We're all given numbers and unless your number is called you're free to do as you please in that room. Group after group gets called all while I'm hoping against hope to get called. Last group of the day is announced and I get picked. Woohoo!!!! We go all the way up to the highest court in the building. Holy crap!!!! We go in, and the case is explained to us as there;'s a new law that says on the third strike of a sex offender, he must committed to a maximum security mental institution. We are to decide if that is warranted in this case. I'm freaking out, because this sounds incredibly intriguing. So I get asked my thoughts during selection and I said this was very interesting because its a question between the government's power to protect the citizens and individual rights. I thought I screwed up with that answer because I figured neither attorney would want me since it was non committal. We get sent back to the outside of the courtroom and after about half an hour....MY NUMBER GETS CALLED!!!!!!!!! I'm in. Everyone else that gets called sighs. We start the case right away. I'm taking notes and sitting on the edge of my seat, laser focused on the proceedings. We break for lunch. All the jurors went to lunch together, and I'm clearly annoying them all with how happy I am to be there. I try to sell them all on how great an honor it is and how it is our duty. No luck. We go back, hear some more of the case and then wrap for the night...AND GET TO COME BACK TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!! I'm first one there next day, eventually they let us all into the deliberation room and we're sitting there, me grinning everyone else filled with contempt. Then one juror says, "Were we supposed to pick a foreman?" At that point, everyone in the room slowly turns and looks at me. I am doing my best to contain myself at this point when..........I am elected FOREMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now when we go back in, I'm paying attention even harder and taking even moire notes. The lawyers sum up and the judge addresses us. He thanks us and gives his spiel. He then asks for juror 818 to stand. That's me. He says, I was the alternate and I'm free to go or I can stay till the end but I won't be deliberating with the other jurors. Boom. Destruction. Crushed. He then instructs the other jurors that they need to pick a foreman, they all look turn their heads to me again, judge says he should have guessed. After they leave, the judge proceeds to tell me that in all his years he;'d never seen a juror that into it and that he wishes all jurors cared as much as I did, and that he hopes I stick around for the verdict. So I leave the juror box and sit behind the prosecutors. They ask me what I thought, and I said they proved their case and the jury would vote in their favor. But the whole time, something had been nagging at me. I didn't pay attention to it because I was so excited, but now that is over it crept over me. This prosecutor......looked awfully familiar. Then it hit me.... I said, "excuse me, but did you used to be a public defender in Putnam county (2 hours away)." He said yes. I sighed. "remember when some punk kid hit your car and ran....well.....hi again."