Last time I got called for jury duty, I walked into the courtroom for voir dire and discovered that I knew the prosecuting attorney! We had mutual friends and I’d partied with him and his wife on several occasions – to which they’d brought their dog. (That became relevant.)
I spot the guy, wink and nod, he says hello, we all take our seats. I had nothing much really going on at work, so I was all stoked and excited and wanted to be on the jury. It appeared to be a case about drunk & disorderly – we didn’t get a lot of details, but I’m guessing the frat boy sitting at the defense table got a little too hammered at a game or something and tore shit up or something. I was totally happy with this because I could be impartial about that sort of thing.
Then the judge asks if anyone in the jury box knows any of the attorneys present or herself. Dang. I raise my hand. I get the raised eyebrows. (Thing is, this is the capital of the state, so you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting an attorney. About half the prospective jurors either knew someone in law enforcement or someone in the room.) “Yes, I know Mr. ____, the state’s attorney.”
“And how do you know him?”
Um, we got drunk together at a Halloween party?
“We have mutual friends and have attended several of the same social events.” (There. That sounds much better than “We sucked off the same beer bong.” :D)
There were several other questions from him, but he really screwed us both when he referred to me by my first name because he felt awkward calling me Miss LastName. The moment he singled me out as different from the rest of the jurors, I’m sure, is when the defense attorney lost her mind. The defense attorney went apeshit and had me bounced. She thought there was no way I could be impartial if I was friends with the prosecuting attorney. Frankly, we didn’t know each other all that well and I’d only learned his last name while I was sitting there in the courtroom. I did, however, mention his dog by name (since he’d already used my first name, I knew I was out, so what would one more personal detail matter?) I didn’t care if he wanted the guy convicted or not. She wasn’t having it and I was out. I saw him a few weeks later and he told me he’d argued to keep me quite a bit, but the defense attorney won that one. I didn’t bother to ask how the case came out; wasn’t really that interested.
So, yeah, my advice is: party with attorneys every chance you get!
Epilogue: That prosecuting attorney has now started his own private practice, so it’s no longer likely that I will know one of the lawyers next time I’m called and will probably have to serve.