The Bribe

How to bribe I like the mild winter evening in Portugal the fire is lit, and my wife is preparing something to eat while watching a soap program on the TV. When driving home one evening, I was stopped by a village police officer one front light wasn’t working correctly. I thought of offering him a bribe, but I’m not Don Corleone, so I signed the paper the fine would come in the post. The officer looked disappointed-they are not paid much- perhaps I should have offered him money, after all, it was near Christmas. I told my wife about the episode; she knew who he was said he has his pubic hairs shaved every fortnight by the lady hairdresser, like this has got anything to do with me.