The typical days of Mr. Malkins were usually perfectly scheduled and boring, however, this day was different. As Mr. Malkins looked into the rear view mirror of his wife’s car he could see the police car had turned on its siren.
“Not today,” he yelled and hit the wheel of the car.
Why for God’s sake did he have to drive so fast? People, who drive fast, always looked suspicious. How could he have been so stupid?
He pulled over and stopped his car by a huge tree, which marked the entrance to the Shenandoah National Park. What a perfect spot, he thought as he looked through his window and glimpsed at the wooden trail into the woods. The police car had just parked right behind him and he saw how a man in a blue suit exited his vehicle. Mr. Malkins pulled down the window.
“Driver’s license and vehicle license, please,” ordered the officer kindly.
With shaking hands, Malkins took out his wallet and handed him his driver’s license.
“I need to see the vehicle license as well,” commanded the officer.
Carefully Malkins began to scramble through the glove compartment to look for the papers. But they were not there. Where did she keep them? Stay calm, this is just a routine, he said to himself and wiped the sweat of his forehead with his sleeve.
“Damn it, I can’t find it,” he replied to the officer.
“Mister,” answered the police officer, not as friendly as before, “I need to see the papers. You were driving way too fast!”
“Just give me a second,” Malkins replied and tried to remember where his wife always kept these papers. She had always been the driver of this car. He hated driving.
He searched through the sides of the car door in hope to find the papers there.
“Mister, I need to see the papers,” said the police officer, like a parrot.
For a second, Malkins had the urge to punch him. He closed his eyes for a moment and thought about it, but changed his mind. Hitting a police officer? That would be the worst thing he could do now.
“I need to see the papers, or I have to ask you to step out of the car.”
That would be a disaster.
“Sorry, I am so sorry”, said Malkins and took all the garbage out of the side doors and the glove compartment, which immediately turned into a huge mess in the car.
“That looks promising”, said the police officer and pointed at a bundle of some papers, which had been patched together multiple times.
“Yes,” exclaimed Malkins. “Thank God.”
Malkins grabbed the papers and handed him relieved to the police officer. His heart had been beating so fast but, but now his pulse went back to normal again. The police officer looked at it for a few minutes and then said: “I have to give you a fine, Mister. You were driving fifteen miles per hour too fast!”
“A fine is fine,” said Malkins grinning and felt a huge weight been lifted from his shoulders.
That really made his day. He didn’t even care anymore that he was stopped by the police. He would make it.
After the office had filled out the ticket and drove off to find more speeding cars, Malkins started laughing hysterically in his car. After all that had happened today, he couldn’t believe he got away with it. He looked to the tree again and decided to wait a few minutes longer before he would take his wife’s corpse from the trunk and dump it somewhere in Shenandoah.
The typical days of Mr. Malkins were usually perfectly boring, however, this day was different, very different.