Convict

It was just another day at the DMV. I had taken a woman out on her driving test when a police cruiser came up behind us—sirens wailing, lights flashing.

"Was I speeding?" she asked the officer after both cars pulled over.

"No," said the officer. "But you are driving a stolen vehicle."

Smiling awkwardly, the woman turned to me. "Does this mean I failed my test?"