For him it was like a retreat weekend: he wasn't standing on concrete, he had three days off from climbing up and down the stepladder to the jet engines, he met some interesting people, the jurors all agreed easily and then he came home refreshed by the experience.
It was an appeal trial between a corporation and an individual, so there weren't even witnesses or people who were actually involved in the case. They had several people reading the transcripts from the previous trial and when they ran out of people to read the parts, the lawyers helped out reading by jumping from side to side at the podium to indicate they were reading for a different person.
It wasn't a grave matter, so it wasn't emotionally charged. In fact, the whole process sounded rather entertaining. And my husband, who is like a Kewpie doll at home (as soon as he sits down his eyes close), says he stayed awake through the whole thing.
The only good thing I can say about all the jury duty experiences I've had is that they are over. The best one was the one where I didn't get chosen at all and I just got to sit in the jury assembly room reading and writing the whole day.
So I ask you, what's up with that?