Saturday, June 4, 2011

Slip Up

The apartment lobby, a familiar scene, a familiar elevator, but only troubling thoughts consume me. “Has she forgotten me?” I mutter.


In the corner of the elevator floor, normally so clean and undistracting, lies an old banana. Wrinkled, brown, the smell of the air suddenly becomes unpleasant, although mildly.

Why is there a banana here? No. Why would somebody leave a banana in the elevator? I can barely breathe. The tension is exhilarating. I can see all my problems for the farce they truly are. The doors open, and I hurry towards my fresh perspective...

...and also fresh air.


  1. Haha, oh, you and your analogies. I love it!

    I almost didn't catch the subtle digs at Murray you wrote here, but I agree 100% with you! It's not worth his time to wonder about sponsership deals when his losses (the metaphorical banana) are stacking up beside him. Yes, when he reaches his destination he'll be able to leave them behind. But will he reach the floor of success or failure?

    Good call!

  2. That old banana smell really a sort of "I'll kill myself if I can't stop smelling that" way. Just mildly though.

  3. I don't want to ride in an elevator with an old banana Scott; but every now and then it's refreshing to get a breathe of "fresh air/ideas" and realize all is not lost.

  4. Can one truly slip on a banana peel? I mean, I know cars can, but what about people?