Flashing lights lit up the night as the officer approached the pulled-over vehicle. “Ma’am, do you know why I stopped you?” he asked. The woman behind the wheel smiled casually. “Let me guess – speeding?” When asked for her license, she dropped the first bombshell: “Don’t have one. Lost it four times for drunk driving.” The officer’s pen froze mid-air.
Before he could process this, she continued cheerfully, “Oh, and this isn’t my car. Stole it this afternoon.” His hand moved toward his radio as she added, “After I murdered the owner, of course. Chopped him up and everything.”
Within minutes, five patrol cars had surrounded the scene. The senior officer cautiously approached. “Step out of the vehicle, ma’am.” She complied gracefully, asking with innocent curiosity, “Is something wrong, officer?”
When confronted about her shocking confession, she looked genuinely puzzled. “Murder? What murder?” The trunk search revealed nothing unusual. Finally, she produced a valid license from her purse, grinning. “That other officer’s a real joker, isn’t he? Bet he told you I was speeding too!”
Back at the station, officers struggled to decide whether to laugh or cry about the most creative traffic stop evasion they’d ever witnessed.
