I was picked to serve on a jury once. It was beyond entertaining. It was a drunk driving case in which the guy had driven from a neighboring state to check on his mother. His brother, who lived far away, had told him there might be something wrong, and I am guessing he had had a few before getting the call. He was found dazed in his car on someone’s front lawn, with a wheel missing from his car. He had driven that way for over a mile, according to police. Turned down a breathalyzer test and flunked every field sobriety test, including the alphabet. He had an excuse for everything. Bad knees so he couldn’t walk straight. Multiple blows to the head causing neurologic damage and blackouts (because that would make it better that he got behind the wheel of a car?). And my favorite: the man had a masters degree, but didn’t know the alphabet because his first grade teacher died before she could finish teaching it. He was either the worst liar I have ever met, or else the unluckiest person ever to cross the state line. But I think it was the former.