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> Older Woman: Is there a problem, officer?
>
> Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.
>
> Older Woman: Oh, I see.
>
> Officer: Can I see your license please?
>
> Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.
>
> Officer: Don't have one?
>
> Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.
>
> Of! Ficer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration
>papers please.
>
> Older Woman: I can't do that.
>
> Officer: Why not?
>
> Older Woman: I stole this car.
>
> Officer: Stole it?
>
> Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the
>owner.
>
> Officer: You what?
>
> Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the
>trunk if you want to see
>
> The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away
>to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the
>car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn
>gun.
>
> Officer 2: Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle
>please!
>
> The woman steps out of her vehicle.
>
> Older woman: Is there a problem sir?
>
> Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have
>stolen this car and murdered the owner.
>
> Older Woman: Murdered the owner?
>
> Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of
>your car, please.
>
> The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an
>empty trunk.
>
> Officer 2: Is this your car, ma'am?
>
> Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.
>
> The officer is quite stunned.
>
> Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not
>have a driving license.
>
> The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch
>purse and hands it to the officer.
>
> The officer examines the license. He looks quite
>puzzled.
>
> Officer 2: Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me
>you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered
>and hacked up the owner.
>
> Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding,
>too.
>
