My banana annoyed me this morning.
Yep…that’s how it’s been, these days.
My fruit is irritating me.
And to be honest, it probably wasn’t the banana’s fault…at least not entirely.
I was just in my usual “Mandated Lockdown”bad morning mood, which, after nearly 2 months, is a bit more intense than my usual, every day, bad morning mood.
Because on those occasions, I almost never get angry at my bananas.
Peaches, sure, but not bananas.
Peach cups come with all that sticky peach cup juice which, if not opened carefully, can lead to a multitude of sticky peach cup juice incidents.
But bananas are pretty much incident free, sticky or otherwise.
Until this morning.
This morning, as I sat down to peruse the online morning news, I began peeling my banana—no differently than I do on most banana mornings—but found a few too many of those stringy banana peely thingy things hanging off said banana…and in some places in between the banana and the peel itself.
But that, in and of itself, is no reason to incite banal banana bashing.
In the past, this sort of issue was easily addressed by simply grabbing hold of said stringy banana peely thingy thing hanging off the banana, and placing it to the side.
Except, in this case, with these particular stringy banana peely thingy things, they were somehow removing themselves, with no apparent stringy banana peely thingy thing rhyme or reason. Just falling free, before I could grab them, and dropping onto the floor, or my knee or foot or whatever happened to be in the way.
