The Fender Bender (a short story)

[u]The Fender Bender


I was creeping in Atlanta rush hour traffic, desperate to get home. It had been a long day. All I wanted was to get on my couch and watch ‘Blue Bloods’. It was sweltering hot, my car thermometer read ninety-eight degrees. I had the air condition on full blast. It didn’t really stop the sun from beating down on my skin. I was sick of the stop and go traffic on the connector.
“Come on people.” I yelled, honking my horn.
I had a major presentation at work and I didn’t think I did too well on it. I had just passed Williams street when a green minivan swerved into my lane.
“What the fuck?” I yelled as I felt the thump.
This dumb bitch had hit the back side of my car.
“Oh you have got to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!” I yelled as I put my signal on to get over to the emergency lane.
I got out and walked to the back of my car, sure enough, there was the dent. I looked at the driver who came rushing out.
“I…I am so sorry…. Oh my God, I am so sorry, my insurance will take care of everything.” She was talking so goddamn fast; I could barely understand her.
I grabbed my cell phone and called 911.
“We will send police out there, are you sure you are ok?”
“Yes, let me give you the tag information.” I said walking to the back of her minivan and giving the tag number.
“Alpha Victor Tango 1425” I called out.
The dispatcher was surprised I knew the lingo. I did it in case the bitch drove off. Clearly, all the episodes of ‘Law & Order’ or ‘Blue Bloods’ was paying off.
I took pictures of the damage, running my fingers through my hair. I could not believe this happened, and I was on the side of the highway dealing with this bullshit.
“I am so sorry.” The woman cried.
I nodded my head and put my hand up, signaling for her to calmly shut the fuck up. Sweat was now forming on my brow. Just as I headed to my driver side, I heard the siren. I looked up and saw a cop driving up in his charger.
“Over here.” The woman yelled, wildly waving her hands in the air.
I stood up against my car as the officer parked, his blue lights on and got out the car. I wasn’t paying attention as I was busy texting any and every one about my fender bender.
“Hello ma’am?” he called out.
I looked up.
“Yeah.”
He waved me over, I grabbed my purse and walked up.
“I have my license.” I said reaching in my bag.
“Do you have your license?” he asked the other driver.
“Ye…yes….yes…I do.” She stuttered.
I handed him my license, not looking up.
“You ok?” I heard him ask.
I looked up and finally saw him.
He couldn’t be more than five eight. He was still taller than my five four frame. He smiled, adjusting his sunglasses. I started down, looking at his shoes, working my way up his creased pants, his gun belt hanging perfectly around his waist. His shirt tucked in and his badge shining in the sun. His dimples were defined, perfect straight teeth. No lie, I immediately started having some serious fuck thoughts in my head.
“Yeah… I am fine.” I said.
He asked me what happened and I began telling him. He stood there watching me, nodding. I was looking everywhere but directly at him.
“So she hit you?” he asked walking around me and towards my car.
It may have been hot, but I caught a whiff of his cologne and damn near passed out.
“Shit.” I said to myself, holding on to the side of my car.
“Everything ok?” he asked.
“Yeah” I cleared my throat.
I was embarrassed I said it out loud.
He wrote some information down as the other driver came out and with her bag.
“Wow… I may have left it at home.” She said.
I raised my eyebrow.
“Hmmm.” The officer said.
“Ummm, Officer…..”
“Ferris.” He said.
“Officer Ferris.” The woman said.
“Yes.” He said turning around.
“I can’t find my license.”
“Uh-oh.” He said still inspecting the damage.
I looked at him and then to her. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or joking with her.
“Ok, let me get your information and then I will get you on your way, you can sit in the car if you want, I know it’s hot.” He said to me.
“Thank you, I am sweating.”
He smiled. There go those dimples again.
I got in the car and sat with my air condition blowing on me.

Thirty minutes later, there was a knock on the window.
“Yes sir.” I said letting my window down.
“Ms. Thomas, here is your crash report number, it should be ready in about three days. You are all set. The insurance information will be on the report for you to file a claim.” He explained.
I looked at him.
“Umm, is there anything else you need or want from me?” I asked.
He cocked his head to the side, smiling. Those damn dimples were making my pussy moist with all kinds of ideas.
“No ma’am, I don’t need anything else, do you have any questions?”
“Umm, no, none that I can think of….. no, thank you.” I said.
I took the paper from his hand and drove off, heading home.

Two days later, I went to Publix after work, hoping for a bottle of wine.
“Can I see your license?” the woman asked.
I stood in line digging in my purse for what seemed like eternity.
“Oh shit.” I said remembering the accident.
“I don’t have it, take the wine off.” I said shaking my head and sheepishly smiling to the lady next to me in line.
“Sorry.” I said.
“No problem, hope you didn’t lose it, that happened to me once, it was a nightmare doing the police report and going through all the trouble.” She blabbed on and on.
I took my bags home and tried to find the paper with the officer’s information. I could only find the main line number, which led me to dispatch.
“Hello, I need to speak with Officer Ferris.” I said.
“Ok, what is this in regards to.”
I explained to her what was going on and she agreed to patch me through to his cell phone.
I stood in my living room waiting for him to answer.
“Hello?” he asked.
His voice was sexy deep.
“Umm… Officer Ferris?”
“Yes?”
“This is Megan Thomas. You worked my accident the other day and I think you still have my license.” I started.
“Hmmmm”
“It was on the connector.”
He was quiet, I could hear typing in the background.
“I am looking your name up, one moment.” He said.
“Sure”
“Sorry about that, my computer is slow, I have to reboot it, how are you?” he asked.
“I am okay, I still need to file a claim so I can get my car fixed, but…. I am good.”
“Good to hear, I know it’s never fun when you have a fender bender.”
I laughed.
“No, and its August in Atlanta.”
“Well, imagine wearing all the gear we have to wear.”
“Oh I can imagine….