Reflections : Only in Jordan - Part 2

Only in Jordan,part one.

Lunch time on friday.We're late for lunch at my inlaws,my husband is going around 100km/hour and gets stopped by a policeman.I am carrying a plate of freshly baked pizzas and spinach pastries (which in my household are called spinach triangles,ever since we started learning about shapes).The aroma of the warm olive oil can not be ignored,and as the policeman talks to my husband,I am wondering if I should offer him some.It would be a nice gesture,but I wouldn't like it to come out as a cheap bribe.
"Late for lunch,are we?"He asks.My husband nods,and the officer continues,"I see you brought your lunch along,ha?"
"Please have some!"I say as I unwrap the nylon off the plate..
"No,no ,we just had manasef at a colleague's wedding,thank you very much."
"Oh,but you have to have some"my husband insists.
"So,which is better,spinach or pizza?"
I assure him they're both good.I'm tempted to explain how proud I am of how professional they turned out to be,or else I won't be taking them along to my inlaws,I'm tempted to tell him how this is the only good recipe in Chef Ramzi's book,and how I haven't baked anything this good EVER,how I gave up on pastries three years ago,but this recipe makes me want to bake everyday..but I refrain.However,I do insist on him taking some more for his colleague.And he does.
"I don't want to give you a ticket,"he says "but don't ignore speed limits agian!"

You might think of this like some sort of corruption,but ,as in part one,I insist on calling this the human factor.It's not like he let us go away with murder or anything,and my husband doesn't seem like a wreckless teenage driver,we were just mature people who were speeding in an empty road,not such an unforgivable crime.But I'm wondering,does this happen elsewhere in the world?