The alarm on my phone blared in my ear. “Damn it,” I groan as I fumbled getting it. Besides the noise of my phone telling me to get the fuck up, I hear other stuff fall off the nightstand. I finally grab the phone and looked at the screen. A puzzle appeared on my screen. “Fuck,” I forget to remove that damn feature. I fiddle with the pieces till the phone fell silent. ” thank god.” I am so going to kill Richerd when he gets back. I get out of bed and head down to the kitchen.

I search the kitchen for anything I can use to fill my stomach. I pulled out some crackers and ate those. Gods, I need to go to the store, there is barely anything in this house. I search through the cabinets looking for any coffee k cups that might still be around. After minutes of searching, I finally found one I can fucking use.

As the coffee brew, I go over the stuff I have to do. I opened the calendar app on my phone. On today’s date was the names of the people I have to deliver it today. Three deliveries for today. Seldon, Max, and Grendel. Notes: Seldon wants it delivered with the usual stuff, Max said he wants it with a few pizzas; pepperoni and cheese along with some breadsticks. Grendel doesn’t want food with his order. Grendel said specifically for it to be delivered after 5 pm. The other two are fine whenever. I groan, “looks like I am going all over the county again today.” With coffee in hand, I descend down into the basement. The stairs squeak as I descend down them. “Let’s get this over with.”

What greeted me was the blinding light and heat of the sun lamps throughout the basement. The pungent smell of cannabis filled my nose. I may have gotten used to it, but it doesn't mean I like it. I go over each of the plants like Richerd taught me to. Checking on their health, making sure they get enough water, making sure everything just works in this underground greenhouse. I make sure to keep notes on anything that needs notice. Those are things Richard is going to deal with when he gets back, he said to just make notes, not fix anything. The work is time-consuming. How does he do this every day? After doing all the daily shit, I go pick up today's deliveries off the desk. I shuffle through the box and pulled out the deliveries, Richerd put the names and dates on the little bags. Honestly I think he either has or is OCD.

I bring the bags with me when I go upstairs and jump into the shower. I’ve been doing for over two years and I still can’t help but shower after leaving that room. I keep imagining the smell of it stuck on my fur. Richerd told not to worry about the smell, but I would rather not smell like I work in an illegal marijuana growing operation.

After being convinced I washed the smell off. I get started with deliveries.

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I was cruising on the highway. Pizzas and fast food upfront. Inside them are the marijuana baggies for both Seldon and Max. It’s way easier and, in my opinion, better to use food for hiding weed. You can bury it under the food and use the smell of it to conceal the order of cannabis. 

I was honestly bored out of my skull just driving around. My phone rang, without thinking I bring it up to my ear, desperate for some stimulation, “Hello.”

“Hello,” the robotic voice said, “We have been try-”

I hang up and toss the phone onto the pizzas. Damn scam callers. As I return to my focus to the road, in the corner of my eye I saw the police in my rearview mirror. Hope they didn’t see that. The lights flashed. They saw. I pull onto the shoulder and opened the glove box, pulling out the registration of the vehicle and my ID. 

In my side view mirror I see the officer, a Malinois, get out of his car and approach my car. Just the way he moved, I can tell he was all business. His uniform is pressed and neat, it complements the officer’s own tan fur. Must have not had it for long. He tapped on my window. “license and registration,” he said through the window, rough and no-nonsense.

I crack open the window and hand him the papers. Just keep cool, Richerd trained for this. As long as I don't give him a reason to search my car, I can get out of this with just a ticket.

He stared at them for a bit then turn back to me. I can tell he was glaring at me through his cheap sunglasses of his. “Sir, do you understand why I pulled you over today?”

 Play dumb. “Do you want me to guess Officer or are you just being polite?”

The officer glared at me, “I saw you on your phone while driving.”

“Yeah sorry, haven’t figured out the Bluetooth yet. Never been technical suave.” I chuckle.

The officer took down my info. He looked in the passenger seat and see the large amounts of food, “That's a lot of food there. Too much for a coyote as skinny as you.”

“Well not all of it for me,” I point to the sticker on the windshield, “I make deliveries for Grubhub and the pizza is for an order I am doing right now.”

“And fast food? I thought you can only do one order at a time.”

“My lunch,” I answer, “keeps me from nibbling on my customer’s orders.” Answer all the officer’s questions, don’t give him a reason to get in your car.

The officer goes back to his car to put the info in the database.

I open the bag of fast food and pull out some fries to nibble on. Now the most nerve-racking part of the traffic stops. I have no idea what the guy is going to pull up on that computer he has back there. I can’t predict how the guy is going to react to what he finds. Nothing on there should give him a reason to look through my car, but that didn’t stop other officers for trying to look in my vehicle.  My heart beats fast and hard in my chest. Calm down. Remember what Richerd told you. They cannot search the vehicle without a warrant. No matter what he says, he can’t search without a warrant.

The officer left the vehicle and started to approach my car again.

My body tenses up. Ba-dum, ba-dum. Each step I saw him take seemed to make my heart go faster. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. My grip on the wheel tightened.

He tapped on the window.

I rolled it down.

He hands me back my license and registration, “alright Clarence here is what I am going to do. I am going to write you a ticket. You’re fine is going to be 50 dollars and you are going to get a point on your license.”

I started to breathe again, “okay then officer.” while the fine sucks it’s better than having him search my car.

The officer gave me the ticket and head back to his car. I take a moment to calm down before I go continue my delivery.