Received a plaintive set of emails from our colleague Tim. We've recently been hiring him out as a sort of technical call-guy, sending him off to other people's offices to do whatever weird and warped things the customer wants him to do. All well and good.

Until a trick turns sour.

Poor guy has been locked in some office downtown without his shoes. Sure, he can leave, but it's a long way home on the TTC without shoes. It's not the bars that make the prison, it's the gum on the streets.

I suppose I should be charging off to save him, but he's not answering his cell phone, so I can't determine what size of shoes I'd need to bring along.