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Linda's Bitter Disappointment's avatar

We took the back roads home from lunch. The freeway terrifies me and there are still country roads. Anyway, we were in the husband's old truck, the '69, and we got stopped.

My husband's license is expired by a week. He has an appointment to get it renewed, but it's expired. One of his break lights is out. While the deputy is running the tags, my husband GETS OUT of the truck, which he left running, to check the light. The deputy gives us a verbal warning about the light. Complimented him on his truck. Asked him some questions about it. Expired license? Got an appointment? No big deal.

So much of this could have had a different ending had he been a person of color.

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Skye Marthaler's avatar

Less than an hour before my 30 year high school reunion in good ol’ Medford, Wisconsin.

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