August 3rd, 2007

All You Need Is Enough Rope

The other day I was stopped by a woman in her mid- to late-thirties who was wearing an open-necked blouse that displayed her quite attractive cleavage. She flashed her official identification as an undercover municipal policewoman, and asked me if I knew that tossing bags of unsorted trash into the big bin near the grocery store is a violation of the recycling ordinance? Face flushed with embarrassment, I had to admit that I did, and that it just never occurred to me that I’d get caught doing it. She patiently wrote out a lengthy citation, and said I needed to go to the post office, get a certain form, fill it out, and then pay a 50 Euro fine. Here, I thought, is an instance where these eagle-eyed Italian police in mufti had given me enough rope to hang myself.