Comments on: Tell Me a Story about…Bananas

By: Poncho

Poncho — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 09:49:41 +0000

When I tried tennis I did the exact same thing as you. I never managed to become a jock (‘though I tried), I was too fat… then I got sick and became too thin… then too fat agani. Also I am too short. So no luck for me there.

By: Jen Forbus

Jen Forbus — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 13:07:37 +0000

My banana story is boring, but when you said bananas I simply remembered one of my favorite treats growing up. My mom would slice bananas in a bowl, pour milk over it and voila a treat. I always loved bananas so that was one of my favorites.

I still love bananas, but if I’m eating them just straight from the peel, they must be just barely yellow, maybe even a tinge of green still behind. And I happen to have one in my lunch bag today. Woo hoo.

By: jenn

jenn — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 01:38:23 +0000

I hate bananas. The End.

No really. I thought and thought, but I have absolutely no banana stories.

Love yours, though.

By: Lauren

Lauren — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 21:18:59 +0000

Next ferry home not til 4:30. I’m waiting it out on the floor. Jerry just called to see how the floor was as a napping surface. Gotta love a boss like that. ‘Course, he’s feeling badly because I came in the office to see him and he stayed home due to the bad weather. Pu***. 🙂 Feeling a bit better. Still not right in the head enough to work, but at least censoring the tweets I feel like sending out.

Progress!

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 21:13:51 +0000

When I was on the tennis team in high school, I hit the ball into the stands and other courts, everywhere except where it was supposed to go. I also got clobbered in the face a few times when I played volleyball. You’re pretty jock-y by comparison.

Oh, wait, I was pretty good at hockey. Because it’s vicious. Heh.

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 21:09:34 +0000

Er, not to be your mother, but I think you need to go home early. And I hope you’re not driving.

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 21:08:52 +0000

That’s disgusting.

By: Pop Culture Nerd

Pop Culture Nerd — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 21:08:33 +0000

That’s quite a story, Eddy. Doesn’t it make you want to eat those bananas before they rot? Instead of “kids are starving in Africa,” maybe the guilt-inducing phrase should be “remember, kids during the Depression only got ONE banana a year.”

Now, tell us what you did with bananas at band camp.

By: Eddy

Eddy — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 20:41:08 +0000

Nah… can’t do it.

I don’t have a banana story, but my mom told me a banana story. She grew up in the rural south during the Great Depression. She would always say that they didn’t know that they were poor. At Christmas, they didn’t get a bunch of toys like kids today, they’d get a dress, or a pair of shoes. They would also get some fruit, like an orange or something.

But, if they got a banana… they REALLY had something. That was about the most exotic thing that they could get back then.

It’s hard to think of a time that you couldn’t just go to the store and buy a bunch of banana. How many of them rot on my counter every year? But in the 1930s each kid in my mom’s family (there were 5 or 6 of them) MIGHT get one banana a year.

By: Eddy

Eddy — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 20:34:06 +0000

This one time. At band camp….