Joshua got a job driving one of those scooters with the signs on the back.

It seemed more productive than quietly raging about them.

It wasn’t a case of “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em”, though, he figured that he was doing some good. Rather than using it to contribute to air pollution, noise pollution, visual pollution and traffic, he would drive to a nearby park, throw a tarp over the sign and sit under a tree for a few hours. Then it was just a matter of winding the odometer forward, siphoning the petrol and dropping the scooter back at the depot.

He wasn’t particularly concerned about taking money under false pretenses from people who couldn’t be bothered even researching their target demographic when they could just throw cash at the problem instead.