The wriggling and the incredible excuses of those caught out in their lies are a joy to behold.
I imagine their minds whirling at a rate of knots, until finally collapsing into the vortex with a sigh of relief â âYes! Thatâs the one, thatâs what Iâll sayâ¦â¦â
For sheer inventiveness, this one caught my eye this morning.
Megan Barnes was driving through a local beauty spot. She became distracted, and crashed into the back of another car.
She thought quickly, drove on for a few yards, and then swapped places with her partner â for Megan had a problem.
Just the day before she had been convicted of drunk driving and that was whilst driving on a suspended licence. And there was the small matter of her car being uninsured and unregistered.
Oh, and she was on probation.
The police arrived and she assured them that her partner had been driving. The only problem was that her partner was proudly bearing the burn marks from where the passenger airbag had exploded when she had crashedâ¦â¦
Try again, said the police.
Well, he wasnât exactly, actually driving, but he had been steering the car from the passenger side.
OK, why was it necessary for him to steer the car?
âBecause I was busy and couldnât look up for a minute.â
Why were you driving at 45 mph when you were too busy to pay attention?
âBecause I was late for a hot date.â
So, your husband was driving you to a hot date with another man, yes, Maâam, and what was so important that you couldnât look up at the road?
âI was shaving my pubic hairâ¦..â
As you do, at 45mph, with your husband steering, en route to a hot date with another man.
She was actually telling the truth this time.