Enter New Guy

So far he seems like a decent bloke. He’s from the USA and hasn’t spoken out much yet (Monday was his first day) while he’s getting used to how things work (or don't) here. I don’t have enough of an impression yet to get a nickname for him.

He did ask Pompous Ponce if we had a dress code, and the response was, ‘You should be okay as long as you don’t come in wearing a clown suit.’ Unfortunately, he took that literally on his second day, when he came in wearing a nice shirt and trousers and also flip-flops. In my wildest dreams, I would have never thought of wearing flip-flops to work, but it was none of my business.

Later in the day in the office (I was walking out, but lingered for a bit after it started):
Bossman: ‘Can I assume you own shoes?’
NG: ‘Yes.’
BM: ‘Wearing flip-flops to an incompany class won’t work here.’ [NG was going to a company for his first lesson with one of the Vice Presidents.]
NG: ‘I asked about a dress cold was told that I could come in wearing anything but a clown suit.’
*I had my stifle my desire to laugh*
BM: ‘We need to find some shoes for you.’ [There wasn’t time for NG to return to his flat and then get to the incompany class on time]
*BM looks at my shoes*
MrT: ‘That’s not going to happen.’

BM then found PP, had him take NG to PP’s house and lend him a pair of shoes.

When PP returned to the school, I asked him if his shoes had fit NG. He told me that NG said they were a bit tight, which didn’t seem odd due to the fact that NG is a bit taller than both of us (he had told PP that he wore 42). I asked him what size they were and he told me they were 43 (I wear 44), so we figured that NG probably had no idea what size he wore in European measurements.

He returned in his flip-flops after the lesson.