You don’t want to go to court under the best of circumstances, never mind in the midst of a full-fledged pandemic that’s just getting worse by the day.
If you’re in court, it’s for something bad. Unless you’re adopting a baby. Or maybe getting married.
And then there’s all those other people around you who are there for something bad of their own, for a criminal case or a divorce or a traffic ticket or whatever. You’re all crowded against one another in a courtroom or bumping into each other in a hallway. People are coughing and sneezing into the air, spreading germs and disease through a building which, in Joliet at least, appears to be equipped with a ventilation system of questionable efficacy.
Once, packed shoulder-to-shoulder on a bench in a Cook County courtroom waiting on a case to be called, the guy next to me was summoned by an exasperated judge who wanted to know why he still hadn’t gone where he was supposed to go to provide a urine sample for a drug screen.