A good banana is a marvel.
It’s a miracle that something so good grows on a tree.
Yesterday, I got a very thick-skinned banana in the lottery of produce.
Other than delivering the mail…..and listening to music….and thinking about the past….and all the other things that I do when I’m riding around during the day….I don’t really have a lot of time to consciously eat when I finally get a chance to open my lunchbox.
When I got around to peeling my banana, I was disappointed.
I was shocked.
I was flabbergasted.
The banana part….the fruit….the payoff inside the peel….was skinnier that it should have been.
The peel was too thick.
And, to top it all off, the skinny banana was less appealing than some that I’ve eaten lately.
It was not one of Nature’s premium products this time.
I wasn’t thankful for my skinny banana.
I ate two-thirds of it and threw away the rest by accident when the weight of the peel and the remaining banana confused me and made me think that it was only a fruitless peel.
WHAT A DAY!!
That’s the way it goes sometimes, I suppose.
You don’t know what is behind any peel.
Until you’re eating the fruit, you never know what it is that you got in this life.
You never really know or appreciate what you’ve got until you’ve had the chance to eat the perfect banana and compare.
Maybe I should try to develop a thicker skin and these banana escapades wouldn’t blow me out of the water?