On the week of his thirty-sixth birthday, he stopped to fill up on gas, and maybe buy a Mars Bar or two. It was late and Andy was tired and he’d had to wait nearly an hour for someone to turn up at the last delivery. He didn’t even see the cop until he backed up his car and almost ran over the guy.
“Oh fuck!” he said. And he was a terrible person, but all he could think of was that now he was in so much shit.
The guy was still knocked on his ass when Andy got to him. “Fuck, man,” he said. At least there wasn’t any blood gushing – not that Andy could see, anyway. “You okay?” Andy put out his hand to help the guy up.
“Am I okay?” The cop stared up at Andy like he was the biggest moron on earth. “You are so unbelievably under arrest.”
“Yeah,” Andy said. He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Yeah, I kinda thought so.”
The cop snorted. “I’m kidding, dumbass,” he said. He grabbed Andy’s hand and hauled himself up.
It was Bender.
