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?




























