Fire Station, computer is hanging, sir.

The man was screaming, failing to push himself through a crowd. Why are you screaming, the man standing next to him asked, blocking the screaming man's way ahead.
My house is on fire and I have to reach the fire station without delay.
You are already there, dont you see this is fire station, just look at the hanging sign board. You dont need to be told that this is the fire station you want to reach. Just relax, you have already reached your destination. You dont need to put in any more efforts.
But what are you doing, stand here, outside the fire station, obstructing my way?, the man in distress hastened to ask, exhibiting distress coated in anguish.
Dont you realise, this is a queue and you are standing at its tail end. And see three more have joined the queue and have discreetly lined up behind you, pat came the reply from the man ahead.
 My house is on fire. I need urgent attention. If fire is not extinguished, my house will be extinguished to ashes, the man in distress pleaded, but was flabbergasted to hear from the man ahead of him that all who have lined up and had created a jam ahead , including he himself, were at the fire station for the one and the same reason.
But then, there is difference, the anguished man in distress said, thoroughly confused, "but you are relaxed, exuding no sense of urgency, why?"
Simple, pat came the reply. "I know, but you dont know, that makes the sea of difference".
You know what, and what do I not know?, asked the distressed man, unable to swallow what he was being told.
I know that coming to the fire station was only a formality. The fire will not be extinguished, nor would the house on fire survive. I know this full well. Your problem is that you entertain false hope that some thing substantial is in store, though there is none.
What the hell are you saying?, he asked, wondering whether he was indeed standing in the precinct of fire station.
Ultimately, the man in distress walked his way back to find his house reduced to ashes, but he was not agitated, his family memers were, whose anguish knew no bounds when they found the man return empty handed but bearing no sign of anxiety.
There is no iota of reality in the above story, but its reference is neither irrelevant nor untrue, in that a senior lawyer cited this story to his junior counsel whom his clients in distress had joined. They were discussing the progressively declining pace of justice delivery system.
The senior counsel, in his relaxed style, cut a long story short, narrated the fire station story, likening the fire station with the justice delivery system and the aggrieved party with the man in distress who ultimately traces his way back his since extinguished house- turned -into ashes.
It makes sense to focus attention on the existing judicial system which has turned into something like an overloaded computer system, beset with the complaints of what is known in the computor terminology as, "hanging".