ABSTRACT
On a Thursday in late June, on his lunch break from his job with an insurance firm in a small city in Canada, John Frederickson walked to the parking lot, got into his late-model automobile, and drove to the fast-food hamburger restaurant about three blocks from his office tower. There, he pulled into the drive-through line behind three other cars and waited, with the auto's engine running, as the restaurant's slow order-and-delivery process took place. When his turn finally came, he pulled up to the large menu board and the box containing the communication device.
