Martin got a job as a valet parker at the country club that his Uncle belonged to.

Martin was thrilled to be behind the wheel of a Lamborghini. On the seat next to him a plastic tiara a box of grapefruits and ten daffodils. A most curious assortment of items.
Martin parked the car and cut into a grapefruit with his ever handy Swiss army knife. Juice sprayed all over the interior.

Upon his head he placed the plastic tiara and looked at himself in the review mirror, “World peace,” he said and laughed. He picked up the ten daffodils and was pretending to be Miss America when a group of senior citizens walked past, an elderly man yelled, “Fruit,” and turned away.

“You want fruit old man, here,” Martin screamed as he tossed the grapefruit at the disaproving Seniors.

The elderly man came out of his coma a week later, but Martin was now making license plates for cars instead of parking them.