Misnomer
One of the dumber offenders I have dealt with failed to stop for a vehicle check. We then chased him running in a multi-storey shopping mall carpark. In a panic he kept going, not thinking the carpark ended. He fell down to a park below. I watched him limp out of sight. A dog handler then tracked him to a nearby property.
Drunk and aggressive, the man provided details which had no matches on any of our databases, but he had obvious prison tattoos. I told him a fingerprint check was being done, but he was stubborn about his details. At the beginning of my next shift, I checked the fingerprint match. He was extremely well known to us, and had provided us with his correct first and middle names but a false surname.
In the cells, I asked him why he had given us a false last name. He became indignant and insisted that it was his real name, that it was his maiden name. After I finished chuckling I included his explanation in the evidence for the court.
The prosecutor said that when it was read out the whole courtroom had burst out laughing and the judge had to cover his mouth and turn away. The man apparently finally realised what he had said and sheepishly pleaded guilty to avoid further embarrassment.