At first I didn't want to be on the case because of transportation issues I have right now, but the more I heard of the case and the lines of questionings by the prosecutor and defense attorney of the prospective jurors my interest level rose. So, I did my best to pay attention to the nuances of the attorneys: what they asked, what they didn't ask, and what I thought they should have asked based on what my fellow jurors had said. The prosecutor, a late-30ish blond woman, was genial but pretty direct. The defensive attorney, a late-50ish white-haired balding man, was doing his best to be folksy. He smiled. He moved around a lot. He used hand gestures frequently. His roundabout style of questioning got on my nerves a bit (get to the frickin' question already!) and others times I thought he'd make a great story teller.
In the end, my jury service finished like it always does: the prosecutor used a challenge to excuse me. At least this time it wasn't with the very first challenge, like the last several times in a row.... but then I wasn't there on the first day. When I got home I started to wonder why the prosecutor excused me. After a while I realized I was pacing and stewing over this. It's over Vince, let it go ( 'til the next time.)