I love Italian Bureaucracy

I went to pick up Sophia at school, by the time we got back there was a letter in the mailbox.  It's one of those ones that have little boxes to check off that say something like you weren't home when the delivery guy passed, so you need to go and pick up the letter at the post office (and usually it's something to pay).  Today was one of Max's rare days off, he was home and nobody even bothered to ring the doorbell -not only was the we weren't home box checked, but the check mark had been computer printed, so they were planning on making us make a trip to the post office anyway...curses!  (The letter was for a ticket from passing through a no car zone, so yes we have to pay something!)