So there was this female business executive who was late for a meeting. She is doing 70 on a street where the speed limit is 40. A policeman pulls her over and says “can I please see your license?” She says “I’m sorry, officer, but I got it taken away two years ago for drunk driving.” His brow furrows and he straightens up. “Well, can I please tell me the registration of your car?” She says “I stole the car and I killed the driver; he’s in the boot.” “ DON’T MOVE, I’m calling for backup.” He mutters furiously into his radio. Five minutes later, half the police station turn up, the inspector walks over to the woman’s window. “Madam, can I see your license?” he asks sternly. “Of course, officer,” she smiles demurely and pulls out a license from her purse. He squints warily at it. “This looks legitimate,” he mumbles. “Can  you tell me the registration of this car?” She tells it to him. “Madam, stand back!” He opens the boot of the car and flinches: but it was completely empty… The woman brandishes a finger at the first police officer and says accusingly, “And I’ll bet he told you I was speeding too!!”