These are the people who wander around courthouse halls, mouths wide open, looking around for hours. Many have died trying to figure out how the hell to get in, and sadly, even more have died trying to find a way out. Some have even accidentally ended up at county council meetings.
I can pretty much tell who they are, too.
Miserable old bastards with suspenders and hearing aids? They're either paying their tax bill, getting a doe license or are visiting judges.
Entire families, usually consisting of grandparents, parents and kids bouncing off of walls? Passports.
Man and woman, making out in the elevators, hallways, stairwells and everywhere else? Marriage license.
Woman, alone, usually crying or distraught? Protection from Abuse.
Man and woman, giving each other icy stares, flanked by hundreds of lawyers? Custody.
Large groups of young, black or other minority men? Criminal court.
Really hot, scantily clad younger women? Criminal division (for fines).
Well-dressed, cheerful and attractive older women? Probate.
The one group I can't pigeonhole is the class of people looking for permits to carry concealed weapons. I'll tell you about that next time.