But someone called about the apartment, so in the interest of not paying two rents forever, i had to go out there and show it to them.
It didn't go all that great.
They were these nice, but kinda snobby art student girls who complained that the apartment was missing that "something" that would make it a real Copenhagen apartment (what? more stucco?) and at the same time complaining about the squeaky floors.
So i was riding back along Nørrebrogade, feeling no better, wondering if i'm the only one who was raised not to talk shit about other peoples stuff when they're still in the room, when i came across a thing that made me stop the bike and reach for the camera.
Some wonderful idiot planted watercress (that's what it's called right?) on an entire city bench.
And somehow it made me think that people aren't all that bad.