I was selected as a juror in a Paternity case like 20 years ago. Some executive knocked some chick up at work, and already had 4 small kids with his wife. The chicks kid was already like 2 when it went to trial. It was almost at the beginning of DNA testing and the chick brought in a DNA Expert to prove it was his kid. He said he was home with his wife on Christmas Eve when he supposedly knocked her up. He even had his wife testify that he was home.
The DNA expert said it was a 99.9% chance it was his. So we go into deliberations and it is a Friday night and I have tickets to some fight at Foxwoods about 2 hours away. These fucking dope jurors I was with wanted to debate whether or not he was the father. I kept saying DNA and yet they weren't sure. I was starting to get pissed because I thought I would miss the fight. Finally the ones that were waffling had some sense to listen to the few of us who were telling them that DNA evidence was for real. Made it up to Foxwoods for the fight but never saw a round because I was already half cocked from the ride up and lost track of time at the blackjack table.