Okay it's not exactly police brutalityjust mewhining about my size again. Sorry.

Last night we went out. On the way we stopped at the bank and I went in to use the ATM to get some cash. I got back in the truck and we headed down the street. After about two blocks we get stopped by a police car. We weren't speeding or anything.

So the police officer walks up to my husband's side and he puts down the window. The cop looks over at me and says "How tall are you little girl?" He actually said "little girl."

Michigan has just passed a law that says kids under four foot nine have to be in a booster seat. The law only applies to kids. I'm beyond the age limit. Well I'm four foot seven, and as I've mentioned before, I look like a little kid. I still had the money in my hand waiting so I could give it to my husband and also my wallet. So I took out my driver's license and handed it to him. He stared at it and me for a while and then I told him "that's my daughter in the back seat safely in her car seat," as acidly as I could. He looked a little sheepish, handed back my license and asked me if I get that a lot. I didn't answer because my brain was conjuring up extremely painful ways to murder my husband who was just about to choke to death laughing.

Then to make it worse, the cop started laughing after he apologized. At least he was polite. I've had this kind of thing happen before and a couple of times people were rude.

Anyway, it seems funny now.