I can never talk my way out of tickets, ever. Unfortunately, I have the sometimes pain in the ass characteristic of telling it how it is. The inability to lie or cry when it would be most lucrative. So I find myself saying things like. "Yeah I know why you pulled me over. I was speeding." Very matter-of-factly, with very little emotion. Well, I got pulled over...again. I was so pissed off I started crying (because it is the 3rd time I have gotten pulled over for going 36 in a 25 when I didn't know I was in a 25.) Guess who didn't get a ticket for speeding?
I have compiled a list of things that do and do not work when trying to talk your way out of tickets (most are things I have actually witnessed or used)...
Do...(obviously a lot fewer of the dos because I always get the ticket)
1. be honest, and a good conversationalist. My mom once talked her way out of 5 tickets in a month because she told the truth, and within seconds had the officer chatting up a storm. One of those times she was with my girl scout troop. She was taking us to the prison, and you better believe she had that officer engaged in conversation about the jail.
2. If you actually have tears coming, use them to your advantage.
3. If you see the opportunity to flirt, do. (Sorry men, this may not be the best solution for you)
4. Stay calm. Even if you are crying this is crucial.
Do Not...
1. Get so upset you are crying but not breathing and wailing but not talking. It is a ticket, not an injection of deadly poison.
2. Get out of your car and start running. Specifically if you are a man in a thong leopard print leotard. Ick to the nth degree. Things I don't need to see, there are lots of them in that scenario.
3.Try and argue your way out of the ticket. For instance:
Cop: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Perp: Because you are either blind or can't read your radar gun...
Cop: You were going 50 in a 20, sir/ma'am.
Perp: No I wasn't. The road was slippery and I was on a hill. My brakes weren't working, and I think I am coming down with the flu so my eyes are really itchy.
Cop: Yes you were, and it's 85 degrees and dry, how was the road slippery?
Perp: oil spill? *wink*
4. wink
5. Get so pissed off you have to be tasered.
p.s. For those of you who gave really great input on the last post I have chosen not "nauty codpiece, " but ROLLICK for the name of my line. Thanks for all your really thoughtful input. It was really, um, well not at all helpful actually. It did make me laugh though. An update on all things rollick to come within the next couple days.
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I am commenting, because I love your blog and basically i love you. And if I had to pick between reading memoirs of a lipstick junkie or another memoir, perhaps of a Geisha, I would pick junkie every time. Although I might want to be a geisha a little more than a junkie, even though your addiction isn't the hard stuff.
this was the funniest blog i have read in a long time... i take the honest approach and throw in some batting eyes...I've only gotten one ticket in 8 years and I've been pulled over at least 6 more times... Maybe I'm just lucky...or smoking hot...take your pick.
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