A little old lady was pulled over on SH1 for speeding. The cop approached her and she wound down the window for him. “Excuse me, Ma’am – but do you know you were speeding?” “Yes. I do, Officer” the little old lady replied. “You were doing 120 Km in a 100 Km zone?” “Yes, I know.” “Can I see your license please?” “I don’t have one.” “You don’t have a driver’s license with you or you don’t have one at all?” “I’ve never had one. You see, I’m legally blind” The officer’s jaw dropped. “Is this your car?” “No. I stole it” “You stole it? From whom did you steal it” “I didn’t ask him his name.” “What did he look like?” “I can’t really remember. But you can look at him for yourself.” “Pardon?’ the officer said. ”What do you mean? “He’s in the trunk. Dead of course. I killed him to get his car. I had to chop him up first as he was too heavy for me to lift in one piece” At this point the cop, drew his gun and hurriedly moved away and called for back-up. Soon after, a trio of squad cars arrived which included a more senior officer. The senior officer approached the little old lady who was still sitting peacefully in her car. “Excuse me Ma’am,“ said the senior officer, ‘but I need to ask you some questions? First of all, would you pop the trunk? “ “Of course, officer” said the little old lady. “Happy to help” The officer looked inside the trunk. It was immaculate. No blood, body. Nothing – empty expect for the spare tyre. The officer approached the driver’s window again. “Ma’am, do you have a driver’s license?” “Of course. “ And she produced it from her handbag. The officer checked it out and it was all in order – and clean as a whistle. No infringements registered when he checked. “Is this your car?” he further asked. “Of course it is. Who else’s would it be?” she answered. She produced the ownership papers. Once again, they checked out with her ID. All in order. “I’m a little confused’ “said the senior officer. “The cop who pulled you over said you had no license, no vehicle registration papers. Furthermore he said you had stolen the car, murdered the owner, chopped him up and put him in the trunk?” “Really? Oh dear, “ sighed the little old lady. “I suppose he also told you I was speeding?” |