t last I was granted a conversation with a lawyer today about my eviction case. Not the lawyer assigned to my case, naturally; that would be too much to hope for. But someone who at least has appeared in court before.
I asked her what our chances are of winning the case should we pass on the lame offer made by the landlord's attorney.
"50-50," she said.
50-50? That's it? Yet another WTF moment in this alternate universe of black robes, obfuscatory language, and incomprehensible formalities.
As my husband notes, Why not just flip a coin? Why go through the court system at all?
Furthermore, why do we bother having any housing laws in Chicago if landlords don't have to adhere to them?
As if our former governor wasn't evidence enough, today's conversation with counsel certainly points out that it pays to be crooked in the Windy City.
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