Happy man buys a browning banana...

This morning on my walk back from 30 Rock I stopped (as always) at this little fruit/smoothie stand to get my Sun Shake smoothie (this time w/added soy protein...sounds fancy right?). This tall man who was probably about 30, dark long hair (yes I said long), neatly trimmed facial hair, in a black suit, with rather longish fingernails (I could only assume he was in some sort of good ol' rock n' roll tribute band...perhaps tributing Van Halen)...what else could explain the fingernails (he had to play guitar), and the long hair and the big goofy smile on his face. Who knows, maybe it WAS Van Halen...



Ok so maybe it was his SON then.
He came waltzing right up to the stand and with a big cheery grin he says to the stand owners, "HI! HOW ARE YOU TODAY! THATS GREAT!" He then proceeds to walk around the side of the stand to grab an orange. I continue to wait for my smoothie. Then he waltzes merrily back to the front and surveys the 35 cent a piece bananas...he reaches over and grabs this brown spotty banana...it was on the brink of death. If bananas had life spans correlatable to Human History I would surmise that it had survived Germany's invasion of Poland, the atomic fallout from Hiroshima, and Saigon...and lets not forget Bill Clinton's presidency. That little banana had stories to tell. Maybe that's why he bought it. Maybe that's why he had such a large smile on his face. Or maybe he just really loved bananas and oranges. I may never know, but regardless, it gave me a story to tell.