Seven Rings, Every TimeThe other day as I was walking around, I noticed a woman approaching on the walkway from the opposite direction. The first striking thing about her was that she was having a conversation with a banana. In true classic style, the banana was held to her ear and chin, and so she strode, purposefully chatting.
Which was the second thing. I discovered at that moment that I've learned a little about how to recognize when people are on a cell phones while walking. These days, there are often few clues to this: the troubling thing was not that the woman was having a conversation with a banana, but rather that I could tell that said conversation was utterly in earnest.
Well. When she was only a few steps away, I could see that she had a slim phone tucked inside the curve of the banana. She was carrying things in the other hand, and how else would one hold a phone and a banana with one hand to take a call? Everything snapped back into sense.
As a coda (and I'm not helping at all here, I know), if bananular isn't a world by now, it probably should be.
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