I was getting gas this morning and noticed a police car in the parking lot. Other than my usual safety check to see if there's anyone of color nearby, I didn't pay much mind. I finished pumping my gas and as I went to leave, he turned and flagged me down from his car.

He leans out of the window and asks me if I've had anything to eat today. I look befuddled and say no, I usually wait to eat until I get to work. He gestures and says, "I'm referring to your license plate.." (which says 'Maneater') and smiles through his thin mustache.

"Well the day is still young, it's only 9AM," I say.

"Should I be concerned about any local missing persons?"

"Don't worry, I only pick off the weak of the herd."

I fake smile and tell him to have a nice day through my teeth to cut off the conversation. I pull out and watch

to see if he's going to follow me. He doesn't but he watches me the whole way to the road.

This motherfucker thought it acceptable to STOP ME so he could FLIRT WITH ME while working. Abuse that authority!

I'm glad I stopped myself before saying "sorry Sir, I don't eat pork."

He had to circle around my car to see my plate, which means he was watching me the whole time AND ran my plate.

Holding back my venom took great effort, but the last thing I need is an altercation of a sex worker in non-white neighborhood telling a cop off before coffee.

Because my first tweet was unclear: My POC "safety check" is where I stop anytime there's a police interaction with a person of color, witness and record it in the event it goes badly.