Clotilde was heading to the casino over there in Amelia to meet some girlfriends for lunch and a little slot action. She was running a little late and don’t she get pulled over for speeding.
“Is there a problem, Officer?” asks Clotilde.
“Ma’am, you were speeding,” says the young Officer.
“Oh, I see.”
“Can I see your license, please?”
“I’d give it to you but I don’t have one,” says Clotilde.
“Don’t have one?”
“Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.”
“I see . . . Can I see your vehicle registration papers, please?” asks the Officer.
“I can’t do that . . .”
“I stole this car,” claims Clotilde.
“Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.”
“You what?” asks the Officer incredulously.
“His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.”
The Officer looks at Clotilde and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes, five police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
The second officer demands, “Ma’am, could you step out of your vehicle, please!”
Clotilde steps out and asks, “Is there a problem, sir?”
“One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.”
“Murdered the owner?”
“Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.” Clotilde opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
“Is this your car, ma’am?”
“Yes, here are the registration papers.” The Officer is quite stunned. He says, “One of my officers claims that you do not have a driver’s license.”
Clotilde digs into her handbag and pulls out her license and hands it to the officer. The Officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
He says, “Thank you, ma’am. One of my officers told me you didn’t have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.”
Says Clotilde, “Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.”