But my biggest banana pet peeve, after the weird little brown plug thing at the bottom (which I call "banana anus"), is a prematurely bruised and therefore tainted banana, so I can understand and appreciate the level of OCD that would lead to developing an entire business venture devoted to the prevention of battered bananas. But I think I'm insensitive to the crises that our lunch is undertaking every day, because really, I look at this and think, "Wow, what a completely worthless plastic piece of crap." Clearly, I am very silly.
If you hate eating a bruised banana, instead of sticking it into this weird fruit condom, maybe you can just turn it into banana soufflé instead?
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