Encounters

I was standing at the Kobenhavn H train station trying to buy a ticket from a touch-screen kiosk for a trip to the airport.  I kept mashing the buttons on the screen, but no matter my force, the buttons would not respond.  I couldn't figure out what was wrong.  As I peered at nearby kiosks, other passengers seemed to have no problem with the screen. Luckily for me, a Dane saw my frustration and offered to help.  He told me that the screen gets worn, and to hit a button, I have to press the area of screen directly below the actual picture.  It worked perfectly.  I thanked him for his help.  Danish hospitality, check.  Later on my return trip from the airport, I had to buy a ticket at a kiosk again.  This time, I was approached for help.  Two ladies in front of me on line asked me (in thick German accents) to select their tickets for them.  I was happy to help.   A 2 hour microcosm.