When Martin Crieff gets lonely, he pretends that instead of just driving a removal van around, he’s the captain of an airline. It takes his mind off things. But even he can’t imagine himself being very good at it, so he only does it part time. He can’t imagine people being all that nice to him, so the ones he imagines usually aren’t. And he can’t imagine himself being any less pathetic, so he imagines that he works for free.
Sometimes, he writes down the stories he thinks of. One of the students found a few of them, and said they were comedy gold, and that he should try to get them published somehow.
Martin wishes they weren’t so closely based on his life, so that he could find them funny, too.