A businessman from Luton is speeding down the M1 towards London. It’s raining and visibility is piss-poor.
The man is absolutely flying, doing about 110mph when a patrolling traffic-police unit clocks him.
So, of course, the police officer flicks on his blue lights and speeds up behind the Lutonian and then signals him to pull over.

The Businessman pulls over and just sits there, patiently waiting for the Officer to approach the vehicle.

"Can I see your licence sir". Says the Officer.

"No, I don't have it with me, I left in a hurry unfortunately".

"Oh really? So where exactly were you going is such a hurry then?" The Officer says through a smug looking grin.

"Well I need to dump my wife’s body somewhere and I was just anxious to find a quite lay-by" The businessman then signals to his glove compartment.

"I killed her with the gun I have here in this glove compartment. I am sorry officer, am I in big trouble?"

"Don't move!" Says the Policeman. "Stay right were you are! Let me see your hands!"
Immediately the policeman backs right up towards his own parked vehicle and radios over to request armed response and absolutely any other backup in the surrounding areas.




Only a few minutes pass when a dozen cop cars pull up along side the Lutonian's car. Suddenly some bigwig hop's out of a squad car and approaches the suspects’ motor, rather brazenly.

"Do you mind if I have a look round your motor Sir?" Says the Bigwig.

"Not at all Officer, be my guest."

"Good. Open the boot then please."

The Bigwig peers inside the boot only to find a set of jump leads and a bucket. Nothing there then.
So he moves round to the passenger side of the car and pulls open the glove compartment. Again, nothing.

Bemused, the big wig says, "I was informed that we were dealing with a murder suspect here!"

"What!" Says the businessman, seemingly shocked and insulted. "Me? A murderer?!

"Yes, I have, er had reason to believe you had a dead body in the boot of your car sir." The Bigwig is clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh really? So you thought I might of moved the body to my glove compartment then?"

"Oh, no sir. Well its just, we also have, I mean had, reason to believe you were also concealing firearms too."

The businessman roars with laughter "Bwahaha, this is absolutely ridiculous! What else? I suppose you have reason to believe I was speeding too?"