When we got there, he told me to get in the backseat. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I spoke instead. "Look, Officer Harmon, I really can't get another speeding ticket. I'm sure when you called in my registration, you found that this would be my third moving violation in six months."
"Yep," he agreed.
"So that means my insurance company will cancel my policy and I'll be screwed."
"Would be a shame for a nice guy like you to get screwed," he said with an evil glint.
"A new policy would cost me like three times as much, not to mention this ticket will be hundreds of dollars."
"You talk a lot," he observed.
"When I'm nervous," I said. A new tactic sprang to mind from my sales training: Try to get the mark, I mean potential client, to feel sympathy for you.
So I said, "Can you hel
