This Post Office employee in Lucca gets to drive a very excellent, economical (and, let’s not be coy: cute) vehicle. She spotted the very person for whom she had a special delivery item, called out to her and stopped right there on the intersection.
More quickly than I could possibly order a spritz con Campari, the item was signed for and passed to the recipient, and she was on her way again. Brava, signora.
That reminds me, I haven’t had a spritz since I left Venice.