Well by now we know how jumpy cops can get. Might be thinking today she’s about to grab my pistol, when decades ago it might be STOP THAT, excuse me, ma’am? (And she might first say excuse me, sir, which officer ARE you? and wait for an answer.)
It’s a general loss of civil grace.
Yes there is a one size fits all answer: the Lord.
I’ve getting close to the point where if someone grabs me like that (even a woman), I’ll think about going soccer hooligan. Back in the day, it wouldn’t have bothered me one bit, and I’d probably have laughed about it.
Steroids.
Not her. The policeman.
I’ve decided drugs are rampant and behind even the cruelty of Iraq, Afghanistan, everywhere, in these multiplying over the top circumstances.
There is no other satisfactory explanation.