Lars havde travlt med at nå sin aftale på Strøget.

Lars was in a hurry to reach his appointment at Strøget.

Han tog en cykel fra rækken udenfor stationen og trampede afsted.

He took a bicycle from the row outside the station and pedaled off.

Men pludselig væltede han omkuld.

But suddenly he fell over.

Han havde sat sig på den forkerte cykel.

He had got on the wrong bike.

Da han kiggede op, så han lige ind i ansigtet på sin chef, der stod på den anden side af gaden og fnisede.

Looking up, he looked right into the face of his boss, who was standing across the street, giggling.

Lars kunne mærke rødmen stige til hans kinder.

Lars could feel the blush rising to his cheeks.

"Undskyld, det var en fejltagelse," mumlede han og skyndte sig væk.

"Sorry, it was a mistake," he muttered and hurried away.

Men hans chef tog fat i hans arm og sagde: "Det er ok, Lars.

But his boss grabbed his arm and said, "It's ok, Lars.

Jeg kan ikke lade være med at grine, men det betyder ikke noget.

I can't help but laugh, but it doesn't matter.

Vi har travlt, så lad os skynde os videre."

We're busy, so let's hurry on."

Lars åndede lettet op og sammen cyklede de afsted gennem Københavns gader.

Lars breathed a sigh of relief and together they cycled off through the streets of Copenhagen.

Da de nåede frem til deres møde, havde Lars allerede glemt den akavede situation og var klar til at tage fat på arbejdet.

By the time they reached their meeting, Lars had already forgotten the awkward situation and was ready to get down to business.