Always a groomsman, but never a groom.
A few weeks ago, for the third time in my life, I received a jury summons in the mail.
For the third time, I sat in a courtroom as lawyers asked us the usual questions about being impartial. Whenever a potential juror spoke of possible conflicts or strong opinions, the lawyers took feverish notes.
And for the third time, I was not selected.
My first time in a jury pool was in 2000 and involved a San Antonio student accused of bringing a gun to school. The second time, about a year later, a San Antonio man was accused of murder.
Both times I was more than willing to serve, and both times I didn’t make the final cut. It’s ironic, considering that in the murder trial, the judge selected a businessman who begged not to serve, saying he’d lose well over a thousand dollars daily.
“I’m my only employee,” he said, throwing himself onto the mercy of the court as a potential juror rather than as a defendant.