Toes Over Toronto

A little after 9am this morning found me perched on a bench with four strangers, each of us anonymously dressed in oversized red jumpsuits, further constrained by straps that pull awkwardly at limbs. I’d been temporarily relieved of all my possessions except my clothes, lest I somehow cause harm with them later; permanently relieved of almost $200; breathalysed; swabbed for narcotics; had surrendered my passport; and waived my right to sue over distress, injury or death.

All because I fancied a stroll.