A young tourist couple from somewhere in Europe was waiting in line in front of me at Whole Foods last night. After we finally got onto the tarmac part of the line – you know, the organized area with the dividers that make you zig-zag around to save room and make you feel like you’re actually moving – the guy whips out a camcorder and starts filming.
Filming the line. The line at Whole Foods. The exciting journey to the register.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
I wondered, do they not have long lines in his country? Is this really memorable? Is organized mass chaos a concept only native to Manhattan Whole Foods? Or perhaps they don’t have waiting. They just don’t ever wait for things where he’s from. Could you imagine that, not waiting? Ever? Would you be so amazed by waiting that you’d film it?
“Hey guys, look at this. In America, they call this ‘a line.’”
“Whoaaaaa. That’s insane. America really is going down the drain.”
But really, who am I to bust this guy’s chops about filming something that's horrific enough just watching it live in person? After all, I enjoy watching the Orioles play on TV.
Still, I just can’t fathom why he’d want to watch that back home.
“Honey, let’s put on that tape I made of the line at Whole Foods. I’m feeling adventurous tonight.”
"You sexy man, you."
Tourists. They enjoy lines. They walk slowly. They love Statue of Liberty replicas. They wear multiple NYC logo items at once. They film everything. Somebody's gotta do all that. Bless 'em.
