This is Italy (too)..!

Wednesday night. An awaited appointment. Beckett's "Waiting for Godot" in Stazione Leopolda's theatre. Never been there before. I decided some days ago that I HAD to be there. A fast dinner, followed to a nervous afternoon (my honorable acoustic guitar is thrown in the towel today, forever...), a few seconds to give myself an almost public face, and... let's go!...Directly to the theatre (with my inseparable scooter, obviously)...!
Just arrived, I have accessed to the square opposite to the entrance. I never noticed the public pub in the bottom of the square, sidelong to the big black (cock? Don't think bad, plz...) glassed theatre doors. Anyhow, all there sounds of clannish atmosphere. I was not wrong. No ticket box, no staff. Only a snobby girl, in front of the main door. When I was trying to enter, she has told me looking elsewhere:"You cannot enter...Nobody can't enter no more. Show has started 20 minutes ago.". I was asking to me "What the fuck does she matter with Beckett???" when in the while, a man was exiting from the hall and it could be possible to notice many empty seats. No announcement said about the need to get a ticket by presale. No spot said to be absolutely in time....
This is Italy (too): an interesting happening (the good intention), a gross, tall, flown - and probably reccomended - guardian (the girl in front of the door), an excessive burocracy (a known problem, unfortunately...).
What could be happen if I had bought a ticket by presale? In that short discussion, people were roaming around the square, prouds of their signed dresses and coloured drinks, totally unwittings about Beckett, Pataphsycs and the Absurd. Probably the Absurd is hidden inside everything, also in my situation at Leopolda.
I'm at home, I'm going to take a "Waiting for Godot" on divx format, sitting on my sofa to kill this nightly wish.
My only regret is about that empty seats.