I passed through the metal detectors at the Moultrie Courthouse at least six times in the last few days. I set the damn thing off every time.
At first, I thought it was my belt, so the next day I didn't wear a belt. But that didn't do the trick. I still had to step aside for some "personal hand wanding," which sounds worse than it is.
As for security itself, the jury room was locked and guarded by U.S. marshals while we were in the courtroom. However, a sign said the court is not liable for lost belongings, and the bailiff told us we would be smart not to leave anything valuable in the room.
Meanwhile, I was elected jury foreman and have let it go to my head. I only wish my term in office lasted longer than this trial.