Roasted Cojones

Spent the majority of the day today pulling someone's cojones out of the fire. And not just some little girl scout weenie roast campfire, either. We're talking just this side of a raging inferno. Of course, all I could really do was provide a band-aid (I know I'm mixing metaphors-- stay with me), but given the urgent need and lack of knowledge of the system there wasn't much more I could do. The scary part is that the fix is very likely going to become a long-term part of the system, and god help the person who comes along later to figure out why the thing is architected the way it is.