An 86 year old woman is clocked doing 120mph in an 80mph zone by a rookie cop who's still inexperienced and a little wet behind the ears. He pulls her over and asks for her license and registration.
"Sorry officer" she replied: "I don't have a license and the car isn't registered."
"Please check the glovebox" the officer insists: "your registration papers may be in there."
"Okay officer, as you say,"
The little old lady opens the glovebox and the officer spot a hand gun, to which he asks: "Madam, why do you have a concealed weapon in your glovebox and is it registered?"
"Sorry, officer, the gun is not registered... and that's why I shot my cheating husband with it."
"You shot your husband?" the shocked rookie asks.
"Yes, I shot him! And that's why I was speeding... so I could get his body out of the trunk and bury him someplace isolated."
"Your husband's body is in the trunk?" the now nervous and rookie asks.
Yup, the son of a bitch is in the trunk."
With that the rookie gets even more flustered and calls in to HQ, explains the situation and requests assistance from a more experienced officer. About 20 mins later a senior sergeant appears on the scene and consults with the rookie before questioning the old lady.
"I understand that you do not have a license or registration, is that true?"
"Why, officer, where would you get that idea? Of course I have a license and registration, here."
The old lady opens the glovebox and shows the sergeant her license and registration papers. While the glovebox is open, however, the sergeant notices the gun and asks if she has a permit.
"Why would I need a permit for a toy gun, officer?" the old lady responds: "My grandson forgot and left it in my car last time I drove him to play school."
"So you don't have the body of your husband in your trunk?" asks the sergeant:
"Of course not?" replies the indignant old lady: "Where would you get such an idea?"
"The officer who pulled you over says you do"
"I suppose, then, next thing he'll tell you is that I was speeding?"