After completing all of today's itinerary, an exhausted Martin sat in the back seat of the Ford F150, his legs feeling sore and weak. Even though he wanted to rest, he first put some eye drops into Jeff's already swollen eyes. Then he picked up the Cepacol oral spray, which had anesthetic and throat soothing effects, and sprayed it into Jeff's wide-open mouth. After he finished all this, he leaned back on the rear seat with a sigh of relief, not forgetting to encourage Jeff:
"Looks like being a politician can be hard work when it comes to making money—well, at least for a broke one like you. After all, those big shots only have to attend one or two fundraising parties a day, while you've hustled through six nursing homes today."
