Dare to Play!

Yesterday, I circled a friend's apartment's parking lot endlessly looking for a parking spot - I finally found one 10 minutes later. Suddenlly, a parking spot appeared and I quickly made a beeline for spot. As I turned into the space, I noted a banana peel on the ground. "Banana peel on the ground," I said to myself, "Don't slip on it. That would be too comical,"

After I parked my car, no sooner had I set foot on the asphalt, I felt something squishy and sticky on my toes (I was wearing opened-toed heels that day). Looking down, I noticed that I had run over the banana peel and it had puked it mushy guts out next to my car. Smelling of overripe banana, still I pressed on and went to my friend's gaming night.

After winning and losing a few rounds of board games, I headed back home. As I drove, my foot kept slipping off the brake. And somewhere the stench of banana permeated the car. Naturally, the banana goo had coated the bottom of my shoe with slime and was causing it to slide. I made a mental note to leave left-over pizza in the car to replace the banana aroma.

Just five minutes ago, I found a hairball stuck to the bottom of my heels, courtesy of the banana paste that had attracted a large family of dustball, a lone chip bit, and a whole lot of hair. Now, I have no words to describe the dried banana smoothie that I've just scrubbed off, but I do know that I, for one, will be weary of bananas in the parking lot.

That's karma for those who run over helpless bananas!