It’s an early misty morning as I go out for a walk, not feeling my best.
Before coming home, I stop at the all night fruit stand to buy a banana, to steady myself since I feel a little dizzy.
Having no cash, not unusual for me, I scrape together 18 cents from my array of pockets, 7 cents short. Yes a banana on the street only costs a quarter, besides the Staten Island ferry, the best deal in town.
I approach the fruit man, one I’ve never met since he’s on night duty, and brightly ask, if I may have a small banana for what I have in my hand.
He snarls like a cat. “No. It’s 25 cents.”
A little taken aback since, normally there would have been no issue, since I’ve charged fruit before, always coming back to pay, plus there were a good 50 bananas on display about to be sacked since they were pretty much, too ripe, unless you were baking an immediate pie.
“Really?” I say, then point to a very tiny one, “how bout that one?”
“NO…I SAID NO.”
Now I’m shocked and dizzy, but just then a young girl comes over and silently hands me two quarters, walking away before I can even thank her, realizing, this is exactly what I would have done witnessing this unfortunate exchange.
I hand him his quarter leaving with, “You’re not very nice.”
I’m suddenly so angry by the flash of pique over a fucking banana that I tell Farouk, my doorman, what happened.
He listens, shakes his head on my behalf then says, “You know, he worked all night (just like Farouk) and probably hasn’t eaten. He, I’m sure, has all kinds of people asking him for things, and you were just one more too many. As pretty as you are.”
Thawing at the pretty part, I then remember he did only have three teeth, so alas, her stone cold heart softens.
When I see the owner of the cart later on, I don’t complain to him, my initial plan, but instead, buy grapes before going on my humbled way.
I remember the sweet girl who rode in on her steed to help, reminding me that, despite circumstances, we truly reap what we sow.
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