Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Brown Bananas


"What on earth have you got there?" Julie looked askance at the crate Harold was dragging through the door. "Please don't tell me you were lured by a bargain."

"As you wish." Harold hefted the box onto the table. "Forty pounds of brown bananas," he said. "It was a b—irresistible opportunity."

"For what?" Julie poked at the produce. "It looks like a box of slugs."

"I could make banana bread, banana cake, banana wine, banana milk shakes..."

"But you won't, Harold. You'll put them in a corner of the kitchen and there they'll stay until I throw them out. I've known you four years and not once have I seen you cook, let alone bake."

"Perhaps you could—"

"No, Harold, I could not. Now go and put your bananas on the compost heap where they'll at least do some good."

4 comments:

stephanie said...

For a man with such good business sense... She's right. At least the compost will benefit. ;)

Leatherdykeuk said...

He never could resist a bargain

aims said...

So typical of Harold. Oh my. I would have a hard time living with a man like that! Or anyone for that matter!

Leatherdykeuk said...

As would I. Too much junk!