“Please step out of the car,” I said.
The driver did as instructed.
“Hands behind your back.”
This nerdy kid was driving unlicensed. Again. So handcuffs and jail for him.
“I have a thought,” he interrupted.
Thick glasses, bowl haircut. By the looks of him, thinking was all he ever did.
“I’m CEO of a new software company. Microsoft. How about a few stock options in exchange for ignoring all this?”
The balls.
“Sorry, sir. No one’s above the law in New Mexico,” I informed him.
Besides… stock? In a software company? Hell knows what I would do with that.
The Weekday One Hundred 