Sometimes I forget The Consort lives in a different world from me i.e. he’s a cis white male working in law enforcement. Apparently he’s been pulled over for speeding in this little town 6 times 4 by the same cop never gotten a ticket.

Meanwhile I too have never gotten a ticket in said town because I go 5 miles under and turn my music way down. We were watching Blackish, (which he loved and couldn’t believe he’d never heard of it before) and Grandma Ruby says there’s only 7 words you say to the police “Yes sir, no sir, and thank you sir” which is exactly what I was taught. It’s not even the low key corruption of him not getting a ticket that bothers me, it’s that I will never not be afraid of the police.