Speeding

DID you hear about the little old lady who was pulled over for 
speeding on the M62 at Outlane?

"Is there a problem, officer?" she said.

"You were speeding, madam. Can I see your licence, please?"

"Oh, I'm sorry but I don't have one. I lost it four years ago for 
drunk
driving."

"Can I see your vehicle registration papers?"

"Sorry. I don't have any because I stole the car."

"You stole it?"

"Yes. I stole the car and killed and hacked up the owner."

"You did what?"

"His body parts are in the boot in plastic bags. Would you like to 
see?"

The policeman backed away and called for help. Soon, the motorway was
closed, five police cars surrounded the little old lady's vehicle, an 
Armed Response Unit trained their Heckler and Kotch MP5 carbines on her and a
helicopter hovered overhead.

A senior officer called with a loud hailer, "Madam. Could you step out 
of your car?"

The little old lady got out of her car and the officer approached.

"Is there a problem, officer?" she said.

"One of my officers tells me you have stolen this car and murdered the
owner."

"Murdered the owner?"

"Could you please open the boot?"

She opened the boot which was empty.

"Is this your car, madam?"

"Of course," she said, and handed him her driving licence and vehicle
registration papers.

The officer looked puzzled.

"One of my officers said you had stolen the car and hacked the owner 
into pieces."

The little old lady smiled sweetly and said, "I'll bet he told you I 
was speeding, too."