Addendum.

Because they wanted to maximally preserve anonymity during jury duty, they addressed us all individually by our assigned juror numbers, and never by our real names.

And, the (older) (dyed-blonde) (white) lady seated in the box next to me with glasses was #99, so they kept calling on her and asking her the standard questions, only, in the form like, "Ninety-nine, have you ever been the victim of a crime?".

So, after she was in the same batch of dismissed jurors as me and we were all walking out together, I turned to her and told her that them calling her "Ninety-nine" all the time made me think that she was "Barbara Eden in Get Smart."

"Oh, you're dating me!", she was like, not noticing that both she and I had forgotten that it was actually Barbara Feldon in Get Smart, not Barbara Eden.

"But I just know it from Nick at Night!", I was like.

When we were about to pass security and exit the courthouse, too, I turned to her and was like, "So are you going to pick up your shoe and call for a ride, now?". 

. . .

(You can tell why I'm popular as a waiter.)