So in 1996 you gouged out your girlfriend's eye with a steak knife. You plead insanity and beat the rap. You're called in for jury duty in 2004 and
despite the fact you're still being treated for the mental illness that kept you out of jail, you're found to be eligible
because you have a driver's license.
And here I thought Californians were alone in believing car ownership was a hallmark of maturity.
