My personalized license reads like an adopted African-Amerian name. (I've had people ask if it was my name on a number of occasions) And at that time, Saturn was pushing their cars hard to minorities in the region.
A highway patrolman stopped me and although I was going a mile or two over the speed limit, I know he didn't stop me for that. The surprise on his face was evident when I rolled down my window with my lily white skin. At that point I *KNEW*.
"Hello, officer, is there a problem?" I asked sweetly.
"Did you know you were speeding?"
"Why no," I said "How fast was I going?" (liar)
"You were going several miles over the speed limit." (double liar)
"Really? Oh, no!....exactly how much over the speed limit was I going?"
"Several miles over the speed limit."
"But exactly how many miles over?" I asked in my most genteel voice.
At this point he was getting twitchy and reactive. I knew I couldn't push it much farther.
"You were going well over the speed limit!" And in a huff wrote me a warning ticket.
So, be careful. Don't drive a "black" car or have a "black" name on your license. That makes you some sort of "black" person, or at least a liberal elitist.
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