
I waited in line for over an hour to buy some pastries.
In recent years, the bakery line has become an increasingly common sight in Chicago. Sometimes stretching blocks long, these lines have mostly mystified me, as there are perfectly good bakeries with no or minimal lines and I am from a generation that is constitutionally opposed to waiting in lines for things. I had always regarded these lines with the cool detachment of someone observing something that has nothing to do with them, like people playing beach volleyball. The bakeries with these lines all seem to be focused on laminated pastries, and I am not sure why that is or what it means. I suspect TikTok? TikTok has become my (partially joking) answer for why anything perplexing is ever happening. But I do think some of the impetus for enduring a long line for a croissant is to be able to snap a photo or take a video with an impressive pastry. Spoils of war! And people have always seemed especially impressed by laminated doughs even if one of my biggest icks is someone showing me a cross-section of a croissant to impress me with their lamination.
Anyway, I found myself in line in part because my husband had thrown out his back. Not enough that he couldn’t move but enough that most of our plans for the weekend had been cancelled. So we figured, why not wait in line for some pastries? I almost instantly regretted it. In the first half hour of the line, I suggested at least 3 times that we should leave. This is crazy. And then more existentially. What are we doing with our lives? The other people in line were mostly much younger than us and seemed at peace with their decision to spend their morning waiting. A lot of them snapped selfies or photographs of the line itself but they mostly just scrolled on their phones. By the 45 minute mark I had just submitted to my fate. People across the street snapped photos of the line, presumably to send to friends. Can you believe all of these idiots waiting in line? But nothing bothered me at this point. I was a part of the line and it was a part of me. read more+++



















