Thursday, December 18, 2008

Tonight on the way home, I saw...

A drunk guy in a track suit trying to run on the running path and only managing a half stumble.

An Arabic man who I think might have Turret's Syndrome who yelled at me that I was a whore and he spits on me and some other not very nice stuff.

Apparently cycling by in jeans, hiking boots, a leather coat, scarf, mittens and hat is the height of sultry temptation these days. I feel so naughty.

Denmark can sometimes be a very odd place.

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