Banana Drama

If we're going to be friends there are two things you should probably know about me. 

1. I have an insanely good sense of smell. 
2. I hate bananas.

Today I did something that I would usually avoid at all costs, I accompanied someone to the bank (having worked for a bank in the past I tend to avoid going to the branches if at all possible). Little did I know I was going to be sat in the waiting area for the better part of an hour... I heard people discussing expensive important payments that needed to be sent immediately, lost cards, inactive accounts and all manner of other banking problems. 

When all of a sudden I got that awful overwhelming smell of banana. Whenever I can smell banana I feel strangely and inexplicably panicked, I picture the small black seeds inside and the stringy bits that hang off and I have this really vivid memory of being a child and chewing it too much so it was just pure slime in my mouth. 

Me being cute as a child

How I feel about bananas
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 I glanced around and couldn't see the person who was eating it, then heard the garbled sound of a child behind me. I instantly knew I had found the culprit and a very smooth look behind me confirmed it. All I could do was hope they would move and luckily they did! 

So I got back to people watching and trying to hold my phone at an angle that would give me a decent enough signal to allow me to read through twitter. Being nosy though I was looking at this small family in front of me discuss how they were going to get the pushchair up the stairs to the meeting room. In case you are wondering they decided the Dad would just go shopping. Then all of a sudden the banana eating toddler opened her mouth and honest to god spat at least a quarter of the banana on the floor... Mushed but still pretty much intact. The Dad then did the right thing and picked it up, with his bare hand 

Me.
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Then, unexpectedly, there was a game changer! He left a small chunk on the floor... I am pretty sure the girl who was running the front of the branch saw it, I saw it. There was no way in hell I was going to touch it and apparently neither was she. Do you have any idea how close to the edge of my seat I was for the next half an hour?! I thought about telling someone about it BUT before you judge me for not saying anything, I've worked in shops and restaurants before and when someone comes up and tells you about a mess that needs cleaning you do not mean it when you say 'oh thanks very much, i'll get it sorted now'. Really you are thinking WHY THE F**K did you have to tell me?! 

There were staff members in stilettos dashing past it, children running around near it and at one point an old man very nearly stood on it (can you imagine my guilt had he fallen).  Seriously. Anyway you are probably waiting for the fact someone fell over and broke their leg but guess what, they didn't. The closest someone got was a woman in the thinnest stilettos that ran over it but the toe of her shoe landed in front and the heel landed behind the banana chunk. Who knew wearing insane shoes could potentially save your life?!

I also saw a man trying to chat up the girl at the front of branch, remember? The one who pretended not to see the banana chunk of doom? Anyway she was just like this 

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Which made me chuckle quite a lot to myself. As the man doing the chatting up had been sat next to me earlier on and call me judgmental if you like but he sounded like an arrogant arse. 

Anyway! 

Happy Wednesday

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