It’s easy to become a banana inspector. All you have to do is fail the “turn and cough” portion of med school.
Well, now all of my jobs seem boring and banal. Even more than they used to be, I mean.
I want a business card that reads “Bodypoet, Chief Banana Inspector”. Maybe with a “Class A” addendum. Or “Green Division.” Oh, the mind reels at the possibilities.
We had green bananas the other day in the catering kitchen. They were so green that no one would serve them, and they all over-ripened without turning yellow. They were SO GOOD! We ate most of them ourselves–one of the few perks of the job, I guess.
Loveya, Shirley.
Best,
karol
I’ve had a read a few reports about Dole Foods and other fruit producers in my job. I think the best phrase I’ve ever read there was “worldwide banana futures.”
You have to have a bent for it.
I think that’s actually the tallyman, pink. They probably have a union… 
I had a chance to find out and also blew it. I went all the way to Honduras for two weeks on vacation. I was going to visit a friend whose family lives there so I didn’t bother buying any travel books. When I got back, I was browsing a travel book to see how the Honduras I explored compared to the Honduras in travel books. Apparently the area I was staying (La Lima / San Pedro Sula) is world famous for a huge banana farm/factory/tour. La Lima is a somewhat rural area, you’d think I’d have noticed a huge world famous banana place. In any case I missed my chance to find out what banana inspectors do, and was woefully ignorant for years of the fact that bananas do not grow upside down, or on trees.
Does anyone else have the “bananaphone” song stuck in their heads?
Well, I do now. Pbthththt. 