Zoe gets pulled over on a highway.
"Ma’am, you were speeding. I’m going to have to ask to see your license."
"I’d love to show you, but I haven’t got one."
"What do you mean?!"
"Yeah, I’ve been arrested for drinking and driving maybe three or four times now," Zoe explains calmly. "I haven't had a license for a while."
"Then show me your vehicle registration papers."
"I can’t."
"And why not?"
"I stole this car," Zoe announces.
"You did what?!"
"Yeah, this car’s stolen. Oh, and I killed the owner. Shot him and hacked up his body. He’s in pieces, wrapped up in plastic and in the trunk. You can have a look if you like."
On hearing this, the officer backs up to his car and calls for assistance. Within minutes, there are five cars surrounding Zoe's car. A second officer approaches, with his handgun drawn.
"Ma’am, step out of the vehicle!" he exclaims.
Zoe emerges from her car. "Is there a problem, sir?"
"My colleague says that you’ve stolen this car and murdered the owner. That there are body parts in the trunk," the officer says.
"What?!" Zoe reacts, seemingly bewildered.
The police officers open her trunk, revealing nothing but a spare tire and a lot of empty space.
"Ma’am? Is this your car?"
"Of course it is," Zoe says. And with that, she produces her vehicle registration papers.
"And how about a license? Do you have one of those?"
"Of course I do!" Zoe replies. "What exactly is this all about?!"
Searching in her bag, the woman finds her license and hands it over to the second cop for inspection.
"Ma’am, my colleague said you had no license or registration, stole this car, killed the owner, hacked him up into pieces and kept them in your trunk," the officer explains.
Zoe responds, "I bet the lying b–––d told you I was speeding too!"