20 minutes before my shift is over, the phone rings.
"Where is the on-call court this morning?"
"Judge Matheson, in New Township." I can tell by the silence on the other end of the phone that Officer McCue is not at all familiar with this particular part of the county. "Do you need directions?" After relaying them slowly, in standard direction format, I give them again, this time with landmarks. He still sounds uncertain.
"It's literally a block away from my house. Do you want my phone number in case you get lost?"
"No. It's bad enough you had to listen to this guy in the back of the car over the radio, I don't want you to have to hear him again."