[Scene: A sunny afternoon at a park bench in Copenhagen. Mads arrives with a huge grin, a bird poop stain on his shoulder, and a takeaway coffee in hand.]
Mads:
Sofie! You won’t believe the amazing thing that just happened.
Sofie:
[eyeing the white blob on his jacket]
Let me guess… a seagull decided you were the chosen one?
Mads:
[beaming]
Exactly! A big splat, right on my shoulder. You know what that means—luck is on my side today!
Sofie:
[laughing]
Or that seagull just had lunch and no filter. Come on, Mads. You seriously think that’s lucky?
Mads:
Of course! My grandma always said, “If a bird poops on you, money is on its way.” And last time it happened, I won 200 kroner on a scratch card! Coincidence? I think not.
Sofie:
[grinning, teasing]
So by that logic, if a bird poops on you and your bike, you’ll inherit a mansion?
Mads:
Hey, don’t mock the universe’s mysterious ways. Maybe birds are messengers of fortune.
Sofie:
Or maybe they’re just… birds. Look, there’s no scientific evidence that bird droppings bring luck. If anything, they bring dry cleaning bills and tetanus shots.
Mads:
[pouting playfully]
You rationalists ruin all the fun.
Sofie:
Not trying to ruin anything! I get that superstitions make life feel a bit more magical, but don’t you think it’s more empowering to believe that your actions—like buying the ticket—got you the prize, not some flying pigeon’s digestive habits?
Mads:
But isn’t it nice to feel like the universe gives you a little wink now and then? Like, “Hey, you’re on the right track.” Besides, life’s boring without a bit of superstition. You know I even wear mismatched socks on job interview days for luck.
Sofie:
[raises eyebrow]
Okay, that explains your outfit last month at the software firm interview. You looked like a character from a children’s book.
Mads:
Didn’t I get the job, though?
Sofie:
Fair. But correlation isn’t causation, remember? Maybe they liked your resume, not your socks. Or your sock confidence.
Mads:
[sips coffee]
Still, when I got pooped on this morning, I smiled. It made my day lighter. Isn’t that a kind of luck?
Sofie:
Hmm. I’ll give you that. A positive mindset can change how you experience things. Maybe it’s not the poop—it’s your attitude about the poop.
Mads:
Exactly! You might say I’m re-framing excrement into excitement.
Sofie:
[laughs]
Please don’t ever say that again.
Mads:
But seriously, Sofie—superstitions aren’t always about logic. Sometimes they’re just… comfort rituals. Like you always touching your necklace before presentations.
Sofie:
[touches necklace instinctively]
That’s just… okay, fine, maybe that’s a little superstition.
Mads:
Aha! So the scientist has a soft spot for charms too.
Sofie:
Maybe. But mine doesn’t involve poop, thank you very much.
Mads:
Your loss. Next time a bird aims for you, don’t duck. Embrace your destiny!
Sofie:
I think I’ll take my chances staying clean and rational.
Mads:
And I’ll keep looking skyward… with hope and a wet wipe.
[They both laugh as another bird flies overhead. Sofie subtly shifts closer to the edge of the bench. Just in case.]
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