It's been a long day, and a shitty one at that. It all started with a fight with your spouse and then everyone you dealt with at work was and ass. Its dark as your drive home on a lonely county road and you will be late getting home as your last stop took longer than expected.
Remembering a shortcut you hit the gravel in hopes of saving a bit of time. The road is deserted and the music pumping from your speakers is reviving you. The beat has your body moving in your seat as you sing along. The solitude is nice, you love your family, but sometimes your truck becomes an oasis that allows you to escape for a bit.
Suddenly flashing lights rip you from your solace as you see them in your rear view mirror. What the hell you think, I wasn't going that fast and besides who the hell cares about this lonely gravel road. What a perfect end to a fucking shitty day. You roll down the window as he approaches.
"License and registration please," as you are blinded by the spotlight and his flashlight. His form fills your window and all you can see clearly is his crotch. You fumble to find his required items.
"What seems to be the problem officer, I don't think I was speeding," you say with a hint of irritation.
"I don't give a fuck what you think lady, I am the law out here and I have the right to pull you over if I want."
His abrasiveness catches you off guard as you hand him your license and registration. You anger rises fueled by his words and he is still nearly blinding you with his flashlight. "Do you mind not shining that damn light in my eyes, and I don't appreciate your tone either."
"Oh, you don't like my attitude huh, well step out of the fucking vehicle."
"What the hell, who do you think you are, I will report you."
"Lady, I am only going to tell you this one more time, GET OUT OF THE FUCKING VEHICLE NOW!"
His tone sends a shiver through you and you get out as requested. The night air is cold and your thin blouse does nothing to cut the cold northern breeze. Your nipples harden in response as you turn to face the officer.
"Turn around, put your hands on the vehicle and spread em."
"Look, I am sorry, but what have I done to make you treat me this way?"