Come on ride the train (hey ride it!)

2 stories about public transportation that can only happen in Denmark:

1. On the bus this morning, the driver was going so miserably, impossibly slow that I was concerned there was something wrong with the engine. Finally, she stops the vehicle and makes some hasty apology to the passengers. I look up from my book and notice that she had taken out a digital camera in order to capture a sailboat gliding across the water. It was a gorgeous shot: the clouds thick and puffy, the windmills churning away, the water bluer than usual, I swear it. Then she thanked us for our patience and started off again for the airport.

2. Boarding the Metro at 10AM, there was a man behind me who reeked of cigarettes. I heard him pop a jumbo can of Tuborg and start to down the beer. 10AM? Who is this dude?
Next stop, another man smelling of cigarettes gets on the bus and sits at the seat adjacent to me. He looks back and notices the first guy, then pulls out his own extra-large can of Tuborg. "Skål," he says to his partner is early mornin' drinkin'.
"Skål," the first man replies.
They drink.