My summons that the clerk at Skokie City Hall had given me said to go to room 114. There is no room 114. After walking the length of the courthouse, I went to the info desk where they gave me the docket to look at and I found I was in room 101, which is not very much like 114.
Before the judge entered, the clerk called everyone up to register. He couldn't find my ticket (and one other fellow's as well) and sent us to the clerk's office. The clerk there informed me that he certainly did have my ticket. I went back across and told him that. He said he didn't have it and handed me the docket. I turned to the second page, third line, and pointed to my name.
Oh. He'd misread the number on the summons from Skokie City Hall. Well, it's a crappy press-through carbon, so I suppose that's not a great surprise.
I got back to a bench about the time the judge entered, so I didn't have to rise, since I was already risen. The majority of the cases seemed to be speeding tickets, which were being dismissed with a fine and supervision if the driving record was otherwise clean, unless someone wanted a trial. Few did.
About 9:15, the judge called my name and I hobbled forward on my crutch. He looked down at the ticket and said "You don't have a placard," then glanced down at what I was carrying and said, "Ticket dismissed. Remember to display your placard prominently."
"Thank you, Your Honor."