yup, that's when I get real respectful. "Yes sir" and "No sir." My mama didn't raise no fools.
In fact I had a real-life "pass" once when pulled over for doing 35 in a 25 at night.
Started reaching for papers in the glove box when I realized the officer might not be able to see my hands and might think I was going for a weapon.
Gang violence was starting to be a real problem in San Jose.
So I backed off and held my hands up where he could see 'em.
When he got to my window he asked me why, and I told him, and that I realized maybe he would rather tell me
when to go for my papers.
He gave me a funny look for a second but I think it bought me a ton of sympathy.
Asked me if I knew what the limit was and I told him the last sign I saw was 35, he told me it changed to 25 right where he lit me up and let me off with the warning.
"Thank you sir! Just want you to know there's folks out there that really do appreciate what you do!"