Because it is tradition

The bar owner managed to smile at the two cops that appeared out of nowhere. The senior cop mumbled something to the bar owner. The junior nodded vigorously. In a blink of an eye, a hundred rupees changed hands; from the cash counter to the junior cop's eager palm. The bum that somehow had collected money for yet another drink was watching it from behind the corner. I saw fear in the bum's eyes.
The senior cop, not satisfied, pulled out a pack of smokes from the counter, lit one, and dumped the pack on the counter. As he blew the smoke through his nostrils, and his salt n pepper, thick, curved, moustache, he mumbled another warning and walked off.
I asked the bar owner, 'I am sure you have the license to run this place?' He nodded 'yes'.
'Then why bribe?' I asked. I knew why he paid them but I was curious what his take was.

He said 'Because it is tradition.'

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