As a coincidence, we randomly watched Southpark the other night because we couldn’t find the remote and it was the episode when Officer Barbrady declared himself illiterate and Cartman went all Eric Estrada on everyone and couldn’t handle anyone challenging his authority.

I wish I had taken a selfie with my ride-along officer and the Estrada poster in the police station but I thought they’d tell me to piss off, so that opportunity went begging. It might also have left through the front door whilst giving me the finger because I was too much of a pussy, but anyway.
What is it about men in uniform? I’ve read one or two articles and “researched” a bunch of pictures and I can confirm that uniforms are a thing. Anecdotally, Husband has been mortified when I’ve almost given myself whiplash due to “firemen” doing whatevers, not even doing anything dangerous in skimpy outfits after a massive workout, and then my friend gave me a protracted tour of her firestation. I’ve toured firestations before so it certainly wasn’t the idea of hoses and ladders that peaked my interest. There definitely might be a follow-up visit to the police station, at some stage!