Just another day at the office #348

It had been two days since someone had stolen Yusef’s taxi from outside his apartment, and without a lot more cash than he could lay hands on there was no chance of him renting a replacement. Fortunately his grandfather had recently died and left his favourite grandson an old motorcycle and a roomful of mouldering furniture; after a blinding epiphany and with the aid of a roll of duct tape Yusef was mobile and back in business within hours.