Blogger: Jessmine Lee
A roped off VIP line is before me.
Students crumble before it, professors brave enough to withhold the wait are famed.
Hailed as “Stressful, anticipatory, high stakes” by some, the exclusive and jaded stir fry line of the Occidental College Marketplace forces you to put a lot on the line in line.
Stomachs angrily jab at interiors, backpacks weigh heavily on unlined guts, garlic and salt tantalizingly spice the air.
Red peppers, onions, and shrimp are dancing on a frying pan.
And I am thirteen people back . . . twelve people . . . still twelve.
“This is worth it.”
I am normally only found in the Green Bean, my faithful and loving companion through these past two years. The Green Bean caffeinates and comforts me through countless papers and study sessions.
I only cheat on her with my mistress the Stir Fry line.
How could I not, it is the sort of ordeal that is hindering and freeing.
I begin counting the tiles on the floor below me, exploring the caulking in boredom. I am not even standing next to a friend.
I wait it out, pretending not to be salty at the students ahead of me as I see them cart off their platter of noodles.
The jouissance of the first bite makes it all worth it, warmth and substance returning me to humandom.
I am on Branca Patio, slurping in shaded shine.
See you next Wednesday.