Picture the scene…
Police officer: ‘Excuse me sir, what are you doing in your car with a prostitute?’
Kerb crawler: ‘We’re talking, officer.’
Police officer: ‘About what, exactly? From where I’m standing it looks like you’re about to have sex with her.’
Kerb crawler: ‘Not at all, we’re discussing the price of tomatoes.’
Like I said: Worst. Excuse. Ever.