Dave carried around his weathered and trusty box of tools the same way a beaming mother held her newborn child. He never went anywhere without them, and eagerly offered his services for free just for the chance to fix something. Nobody however had the heart to tell Dave that he was as useless as a traffic light in Mumbai. Wonky doors, uneven floorboards, rocking chairs that didn't rock anymore - nothing was ever fixed properly but he continued, deluded and undeterred. Do what makes you happy, sighed his friends.