142.
Passport Stamp
The police officer is sitting behind a big desk in an empty room with my passport and an official stamp a few inches from his hand.
We silently sit staring at each other for four hours.
Finally he snorts with disgust, angrily stamps my passport and slings it across the desk to me.
As I put my passport in it’s case which I wear on a cord hanging around my neck and under my shirt, I finally realize that he was waiting all that time for ME to give HIM a BRIBE--but I was so stupid I didn’t even think of that.
My naivete wore HIM down!!
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