Just prior to going to New York I started saying, “Holy Bananas!” I’m not really sure why started saying it, it isn’t like I’ve been reading a lot of Batman comics lately, and I definitely don’t feel like I need to censor my comments. Nonetheless, I was saying it. I shared this tidbit with Live Longer and added, “I thought it might catch on, but nobody else is saying it.” “What?” she asked. Case in point.
A few days after returning from New York I was teaching a class of seven Japanese students at a local university (which is a whole other story). Once the class ended I was scheduled to meet a reporter for an interview. As I hustled from the classroom to the university library I encountered a young male student. He was quite friendly and, after exchanging niceties about the weather, he put his hand in has pocket, pulled out a banana and asked, “Would you like my banana?” “Wow, you really have a banana in your pocket,” I replied. “Somebody gave it to me and I don’t want it. Do you want it?” he asked again. “You would really like me to have your banana?” I requested clarification. “Yes,” he said. I graciously obliged and immediately observed this individual both had a banana in his pocket and was very happy to see me. I thanked him for the banana and he happily went on his way.
I approached the reporter and announced, “I just got a banana from a perfect stranger. Would you like it?” “No. I don’t take random fruit from random people,” he said. “What? Holy bananas, that’s crazy!” I replied.