When I get home—if I get home—this is gonna be my fault. Why didn’t you show him the registration, Tavia? Not, why did he pull you over in the first place? Not, why didn’t he ask to see it? Why didn’t you apologize, Tavia? Not, you didn’t do anything wrong. Not, I’ve been there before. Did you speak respectfully? Did you prostrate yourself, did you lie facedown and show submission, did you make them feel like they were overseers rather than civil servants?
