Late one night, an Irishman named Paddy was walking home alone after spending a few hours at the pub.

The street was quiet, the lamps were dim, and hardly anyone was around.

As he passed a dark corner, he noticed a woman standing in the shadows.

She leaned toward him and whispered, “Twenty pounds.”

Paddy stopped for a moment. He had never been with a woman like that before, but after thinking it over, he shrugged.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, “it’s only twenty pounds.”

So the two of them slipped behind some bushes, away from the street.

They had barely been there a minute when, suddenly, a bright flashlight shone directly on them.

A police officer stepped closer and barked, “Allo, allo, allo! What’s going on here?”

Paddy, startled and annoyed, looked up and said, “To be sure, officer, I’m making love to me missus.”

The police officer immediately lowered the flashlight, embarrassed.

“Oh,” he said, “I’m very sorry. I didn’t realize she was your wife.”

Paddy looked at the officer, then back at the woman, and said:

“Well, neither did I, till ya shined that bloody light in her face!”