Kamel loves bananas. He sometimes eats them in the car. He sometimes eats them in the bar (not really, it just rhymed), he sometimes eats them at breakfast or as a snack. Claire sometimes ate bananas but I never really noticed. All of these phallic fruits in my life reminded me of a long ago conversation between John, Ryan, and me. Conversations I wish I had more of – I miss them.
So here it is – your occasional blog flashback brought to you by: Bananas!
Me: I don’t like bananas. I don’t even like it when someone asks me to HOLD their banana. I usually say no.
John: WHAT? How many times has someone asked you to hold a banana? Next time in class I’m bringing a banana and I’ll be like, oh excuse me, I need to tie my shoe, would you mind holding my banana?
Me: And I would say no!
Ryan: Ok what’s your favorite thing?
Me: Like ever?
Me: Peanut butter
Ryan: Ok let’s say I would give you the most gourmet amazing peanut butter ever in the whole world but you’d have to hold a banana.
Me: For how long?
Ryan: A while.
Me: How long is a while?
John: Down the block and back!
Me: DOWN THE BLOCK AND BACK?! THATS A LONG TIME!! Maybe down the block…. but definitely not back.
[ryan and john erupt in laughter]
Ryan: I’m just picturing you [gasp] holding a banana out in front walking down the street. [more laughing]
John: OH NO! Put that banana away!! I will absolutely NOT hold it!!
Me: Cuz I won’t!!