Jury Duty

Summoned to jury duty, I sat in a big room in the courthouse until lunchtime. Then, with forty other prospective jurors, I was herded into a courtroom where a young man accused of murder sat at a table with his lawyers. We were under oath to tell the truth. The judge asked each of us, “How do you feel about the charge of murder brought against this man?” We answered in turn. Most said, “I feel it’s very serious.” My turn came and I said, “I feel sad.” Apparently, that was not what I was supposed to say. They sent me home.