I spotted this quizzical sign next to an elevator in the Copenhagen town hall, just minutes before our wedding.
Only 300 KG’s worth of gods are allowed to ride the elevator at once.
In Danish “gods” means “goods” – so it’s a service elevator for the waitstaff – but I prefer to think of the elevator as a glorified Jacob’s Ladder, for gods only (lightweight gods).
I’m pretending that a few gods came down to the marriage hall to bless our nuptials from behind a frescoe’d hedge on the wall.
300 KG of gods would’ve been more than enough. Besides, my dad was there, so gods were superfluous.