“And your registration?” the Chief asked carefully.
The elderly woman reached into her purse, pulled out the registration, and handed it over.
The Chief studied it, then glanced at the officer who had called for backup.
“Ma’am, this registration matches the car… and your license is valid. Are you sure you told my officer you didn’t have a license and that this wasn’t your car?”
She looked up innocently and nodded. “Oh yes, I did.”
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