Woman: “Is there a problem officer?”
Officer: “Ma’am, you were speeding.”
Woman: “Oh, I see.”
Officer: “Can I see your license please?”
Woman: “I’d give it to you, but I don’t have one.”
Officer: “Don’t have one?”
Woman: “Lost it 4 times for drinking.”
Officer: “I see, can I have your vehicle registration papers please?”
Woman: “I can’t do that.”
Officer: “Why not?”
Woman: “I stole this car and hacked up the owner.”
Officer: “You what?”
Woman: “His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.”
The officer looks at the woman, slowly backs away from his car, and calls for back-up. Within 5 minutes, five police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half-drawn gun.
Senior Officer: “Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle please!”
Woman: “Is there a problem officer?”
Senior Officer: “One of my men told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.”
Woman: “Murdered the owner!”
Senior Officer: “Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car please.”
The woman opens the trunk revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Senior Officer: “Is this your car, ma’am?”
Woman: “Yes, here are my registration papers.”
The first officer is stunned.
Senior Officer: “One of my men claims that you do not have a driver’s license.”
The woman digs into her bookbag and draws out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer. The officer looks quite puzzled as he glances at the license.
Senior Officer: “I’m sorry ma’am. One of my men claims that you didn’t have a license, stole this car, and murdered the owner.”
Woman: “Betcha the lyin’ bastard told you I was speeding too!”