Last weekend the weather was gorgeous, so I set out on a walk to get a bit of exercise. About two blocks south of my house, I slipped on something and almost fell. It happened so suddenly, I grabbed at a wrought iron fence to keep my footing, which explains how I didn’t end up completely biting it, but instead walked away with a significant bruise on my forearm.
Being across the street from the dog park, I mentally cringed as I turned to see what I had stepped in, imaging a pile of dog crap with a a footprint impressed in the middle of it. Instead, I found a smeared banana.
Yes, a banana. The fruit part. Not the peel. As if someone had peeled a banana and the banana fell out onto the sidewalk, and they just shrugged and kept walking. (Or, perhaps it was deliberate, and they were hiding in a nearby bush with a FlipCam.)
I stood there for a full minute with my mouth agape. I thought this only happened in the cartoons. Specifically, to Wile E. Coyote. Not to a human, and definitely anywhere but (potentially) in the produce aisle of a supermarket. Not on an urban street in the middle of December.
Having had a week to reflect on it, I’ve decided that – like how it’s good luck when a bird poops on you – slipping on a banana is a good omen for the year ahead. Because otherwise? I’m going to waste a lot of time looking out for the RoadRunner.
Next time, I'll be prepared.
pithypants 
Your posts are just incredibly interesting and funny, with great captions under the pictures of course!
They say “Art imitates Life” and I have always wondered … Who is “they” exactly?
DS
Bahaha! I love irony. I thought I was the only one these things happened to. If you get a free second, check out the post I wrote about falling down. The payoff’s at the end. http://thesinglecell.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/so-i-fell-down/
Classic. Too bad you didn’t notice a moment sooner – you could’ve gestured to it as if you’d just picked it up – the little culprit. Also – I’ve crossed that line when bowling. I have no idea how they get the lanes that slick, but I looked like Bambi trying to walk back. I finally settled for crawling.
I guess that’s what makes a cliche a cliche… 😉
Glad you’re okay!