The Tribe Bribe

Plotnik has had his attention piqued this morning. The above photo seems to suggest that a woman in a newish, shiny car is offering a bribe to the helmetless-and-uniformless traffic cop next to her and that, for his part, he is ecstatic to receive, in lieu of cash, a copy of DAK's classic Happy Hanukkah My Friend CD.

Or perhaps, the man in the blue shirt just recited the entire lyrics to "That's What Grandma Says" to a stranger and she has been running to her car trying to get away. He seems to be on the "no kishke, no kugel" part and is about to rhyme "pickles" with "pumpernickels."

I's probably Number One. We're calling it the Tribe Bribe. It's a great one, but the cop has to be Plotnikkish.