I was working on the JD in front of the carriage house with just a shirt (open), hat and shoes on. What drives up but a very official-looking Ford 500. The deputy got out and asked me whether I was so-and-so. I said "yes". He said "I have a summons for you for the grand jury" and handed it to me. I saw that it was for my wife and told him that he should go and ring the front door bell.
Wife came out later and asked me whether I was like that when he came (I'd doffed the shirt by that time). I said, no, I had a shirt on. She then proceeded to tell me that he didn't ring the door bell; he pounded on the door until she came to it.
When he came back to his car, I was standing up using the torque wrench to attach some disc hillers to a bar on the tractor. Still had my (unbuttoned) shirt on at that point, but it didn't do a very good job at covering the bottom end.
Glad my wife got the duty and not me. I got called once in 20 years in NJ. Didn't get selected for a jury at all. Read magazines the entire time.