A friend of my dad's works for a US relief agency in Ethiopia. Recently he went to ship a package out of the country. He was surprised to hear the clerk tell him that he needed an export license to ship it, since he'd never needed one before. He quickly decided that the clerk wanted to be, ahem, greased, so he pulls out the local equivalent of a $10 bill and says "Here's an export license. It even has the president's picture on it." Without missing a beat, the clerk fires back "I'm sorry sir, that form must be submitted in triplicate!" He winces and delves into his wallet again...
(From the "Rest" of RHF)