No, seriously, we need to laugh at the banana:
I have the tendency to poke fun at wherever I live. You can ask the Houstonians, the South Africans, and now you will see it again in Bellingham. I have to first put a disclaimer out there, that I really enjoy Bellingham (as well as the other two locations mentioned above), and the little quirks have a special spot in my heart. In fact, they may actually be my favorite.
What are the quirks one might ask? Maybe it is the Crystal healer booth at the Sunday morning famers market, or perhaps the vibration healer shop down the road. Maybe it is the petitions to legalize our friend “mary jane” that greet me every time I enter a grocery store. Maybe it is the awareness of food allergies (not a bad thing) that stress me out so much I resort to purchasing a Stouffer’s Lasagna for the church potluck and for the label put “Lasagna, from anonymous”. (there goes my anonymity)
Have I told you that the first person to approach me on the street and strike up a conversation (normal for Houston, abnormal for here) was reading my aura and wanted to tell me what I was destined for?
Okay, back to the banana: last weekend at our local grocery store this banana guy is being pushed around by his friend, protesting Dole bananas and the harm that they are doing to the land. I will be honest, I don’t know his points, I didn’t hear them. But really????
There are so many punchlines for this situation, or even humanitarian pleas I could make (there ARE starving people in Africa)…but for now, I am going to let you guys soak in the humor of the photograph on your own. I don’t have the brain power to tie this post into a pretty little concluding bow.
