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We can chill on the couch and get our food delivered, but seriously, what kind of life is that? It definitely comes with a price, writes food editor Mette Mølbak in this column.

Every time I spot a Wolt courier, I can't help but wonder: What's really happening here?

Almost every day, I feel a surge of irritation when I see a Wolt courier. Foto: Jens Dresling
Almost every day, I feel a surge of irritation when I see a Wolt courier. Foto: Jens Dresling
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Almost daily, I feel irritation bubbling up inside me. When I stop at a traffic light on my bike and a delivery person with a light blue Wolt bag on their back blows exhaust in my face. Some days, I count how many couriers I encounter on my way from City Hall Square to home, and my own unscientific survey tells me that there are more and more.

I can’t help but wonder: What’s really going on?

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