Settling down at a set of lights in Saigon rush hour traffic, I was preparing to tap fingers for two minutes when I spied a pair of cream-clad traffic cops and a couple of young guys they had pulled over. The cops motioned for the bike to be moved up onto the pavement, and they obliged. As one hauled the bike over the kerb, the other took a wander over behind a tree. His actions were highly secretive, only him and all the other bored commuters around me were watching. We knew what was coming, as he took out his wallet, leafed for a while and took out a hundred. He then folded it up into the palm of his hand and emerged from behind the tree. The coppers had their ticket book out and the sidebox from whence they had taken it was wide open. As subtly as he could manage, the hundred was tossed into the box, where we expected it would stay. But nay, followers of justice, the law immediately reached in and handed the offending note back, almost with a look of disgust. The lingering thought in my mind is that the 'honest bobby' was in fact more than aware of the number of prying eyes just behind him. However, I would really love to believe that he does that all the time.
Later that day, someone actually gave way and waved me through. First time ever.