As a rule high pressure situations make me excessively chatty.  Whether pulled over by a policeman, in a job interview, or in a pre-op conference my fear leads to a meandering trail of hyperbole without any real point to it.

I actually had a policeman pull me over that ended up dropping his chin and closing his eyes and waving me on after my discussion of traffic laws in Michigan as opposed to Nevada had completely gone off the rails.  It’s all a blur but I think he gave up when I got into the “use of salt on highways in Michigan and their effect on my first car (and yes I think I shared a complete description of my 1977 Monte Carlo).

Some people deal with flight vs flight….I have only one go to move and that is chatter uncontrollably.