He started when he was a student. Not great money but easy and flexible and, heh he got to ride his bike. Not as glamorous as the couriers of the past but something. He continued after he graduated, partly because he couldn’t get a “proper” job as his dad called it but also because the community had been fun in the early days. Everyone stopping for a roll up and a chat between calls. He remembered those days as he rolled to a stop and got his Rizlas out. It was quiet. Just the wheelie bins as he called them.