Belgian Bureaucracy

I haven't posted much in Brussels mainly because it is one of the less remarkable places in the world. Should have seen it coming really: Any city with a small statue of a little boy peeing (which I must note, I haven't seen as yet) as its main attraction is not going to have much to offer. Brussels' mundane nature is, at least in part, due to a mania for bureaucracy which only the Belgians seem to posses. Consider the following discussion -

Garbage Officer: You put your garbage in the wrong bag and threw it out on the wrong day?
Unsuspecting Foreigner: I, me...you, what?
Garbage Officer: Garbage must be thrown out on Tuesdays in appropriate bags available at the Commune general office.
Unsuspecting Foreigner: I, me, you...what?

A week later

Garbage Officer: You put your garbage in the wrong bag?

Unsuspecting Foreigner: No I got these white bags and put them out on a Tuesday.

Garbage Officer: Only foodstuffs can go in the white bag. Paper, bottles and breakables go in the green bag and other items go in the yellow bags.

Unsuspecting Foreigner: I, me, what...you?