Where Have All the Bananas Gone?

It’s no secret, I love bananas.  They are my favorite fruit, part of my daily morning routine and they simply make me happy.  When I was a kid I would run around the house as “Banana Man.”  I would eat a whole bunch of bananas at once, get sick, and pass out.  Shocked that my mother would let me do this?  I have a feeling that she let me do it in order to get me down for the afternoon.

Last night “60 Minutes” had a story about the Chiquita Banana company sat quiet while the Colombian government killed many of it’s people.  In fact, they supposedly even worked with the government at the time, indirectly assisting in the deaths.  That’s so tragic.

This morning I woke up dying for a banana.  I refuse to believe the story had any effect on my cravings (but let’s be honest, nothing would ever keep me from enjoying a banana, I’m “Banana Man!”).  I went from deli to deli, no bananas anywhere.  I visited at least 7 deli’s, not one banana.  Did they see “60 Minutes” as well?  Could this be God sending me a message?