The flashing lights of the police car lit up the roadside as the officer approached the woman’s vehicle. “Is there a problem, Officer?” she asked, her voice calm and steady. “Madam, you were speeding,” he replied. When he asked for her license, she casually said, “I don’t have one—I lost it four times for drunk driving.” The officer’s jaw dropped.
But she wasn’t finished. With a mischievous grin, she added, “Oh, and I stole this car.” The officer’s shock turned to alarm when she claimed, “Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.” He immediately called for backup, and soon, five police cars surrounded the scene.
A senior officer stepped forward, asking her to step out of the car. She complied, her smile never fading. “Is there a problem, sir?” she asked innocently. When he confronted her about her earlier claims, she tilted her head and said, “Murdered the owner? What are you talking about?”
She opened the trunk, revealing nothing unusual, and handed over her registration papers. The officer, now thoroughly confused, mentioned that one of his colleagues had claimed she didn’t have a license. She laughed, pulling it from her purse. “Betcha that lying fecker told you I was speeding too,” she said with a wink.
The officers were left speechless, and the station buzzed with disbelief for days. What started as a routine traffic stop turned into one of the most bizarre nights in the department’s history, as the woman’s outrageous claims felt like a twisted joke.
