Who Gives a Shit: Waiting on Line For the Latest Craze

Photo via Dominique Ansel's Twitter

Growing up, I remember being all like "WOAH" when I heard tales of peeps in the USSR waiting in lines for HOURS just to get a sack of potatoes or a pair of jeans or a roll of toilet paper. Some thirty years later, I'm all like "WHOA," as here in NYC, we've long since destroyed them commies & moved on to create our own early-morn queues for fanciful, five dollar, Frankenstein pastries known as cronuts.

Since the cronut's introduction at Dominique Ansel Bakery about a month ago, the hybrid croissant-donut has garnered so much buzz that sheep start lining up around sunrise for a chance to be one of the lucky folks who get their hands on a couple of that day's 200-or-so cronuts. People have scalped them on Craigslist for up to $200 for five. It's f'n ridiculous. Shit...I can get ten beamers for that price on Craigslist. As such, the treat's developed backlash at a pace that makes The Strokes look like a long-beloved band.

I get the supply-demand genius of it. I get that. It's like a wise man who played James Bond once said, "Leave them wanting Moore." What I don't get is how the craze got to the level it's currently at in just under a month. IT IS A FUCKING PASTRY. On Monday, ABC's The Chew made an intern wait in line to get two. Nobody watches that show but still...daytime TV is talking about the goddam cronut. OK. Now that I've had my say, everybody shut up about the f'n cronut already.

So who gives a shit? Have you waited in line for a stupid cronut? If so, how long? What in Park Slope would you wait in line that long for?

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