It was late at night on a Monday in South Louisiana. The moon was full and air hot and sticky. You had just worked the last five nights and it did not look like you were getting a break anytime soon. You sat in your patrol unit, which was parked outside a large warehouse, and browsed social media hoping for something to pique your interest and help get through this long night. You sigh loudly and close the laptop hoping that maybe someone will blatantly run the stop sign positioned adjacent the warehouse.
Several vehicles pass but they all dutifully stop at the intersection and use all proper turn signals and all other traffic laws which does not help the boredom. You decide to step out of your patrol unit and smoke a cigarette. While getting out, your belt snags on the steering wheel of your Ford Explorer and almost comes off. This was a common issue with this vehicle particularly for women with assets. You stand up and fix the belt, noticing your pants need adjusting around your boots. You shake your head wondering if men have any of these issues with uniforms. You grab your waistband and shake your hips to fix the pants causing your ample backside to jiggle and bounce. You instinctively look around to see if anyone noticed, but just like your husband at home all is silent.