They were an unusual pair in that Big Banana was so much larger than his work-mate, Little Banana.
They ordered two Yuppie Daiquiris and talked:
Little Banana: It must be great to be you, so big and firm. Did you get that way by working out?
Big Banana: No, just the luck of the draw. Why are you so hung up on size? It doesn’t matter. It’s about how sweet and firm you are.
Little Banana: Easy for you to say. You drive a Prius and do great. I had to compensate for my size by leasing an expensive sports car I can’t afford.
Big Banana: Being a Big Banana has its downside, try to find a comfortable pair of jeans and more annoying, whenever I run into anyone, they automatically think I’m glad to see them.
Little Banana: All the same I’d rather have your problems than mine.
Big Banana: Look at it this way. Your problem is minor compared to that guy.
He looks across the bar as Big Banana points to the pair sitting at a table in the far corner. Little Banana nods his head in understanding as he watches the Foot-long consoling his friend, the Cocktail Weenie.