A poor homeless man had 3 bananas; he had stolen one from a first grader, one from a fruit vendor, and the other was given to him by a humble old lady.
Along with the banana, the humble old lady gave him bus fare, partly because she wanted him to leave, and partly because she felt sorry for him.
The man jumped at the thought – he was going on a bus ride, something he hadn’t done in a long time. He put one banana on either side of his torn and tatty pants, and the other banana in the back of his pants.
He waited at the bus station, and waited, and waited, until finally a bus came, and he climbed on.
It was one of those crowded buses, one with not much room to even sneeze.
The bus driver collected the money, and the homeless man found a cramped place to stand.
Everything was going smoothly until the bus made a sharp turn to the left, the banana on the left side got squished. The bus made another sharp turn, one to the right, and you can guess what happened to the banana on the right. It got squished as well.
The homeless man was not going to lose the last piece of food that he had, so he grabbed the banana in the back.
The bus turned to the right, to the left, and the man didn’t let go. The bus went up a hill, and then down, the man still didn’t release the banana from his grip. The bus went over a rocky dirt path, jumping up and down due to the rocky road, the man held tighter.
They were back on smooth road, and the homeless man got tapped on the shoulder. The homeless man turned his head slightly and the man who had tapped him spoke:
“My stop is two blocks away.”
He was breathing a bit too fast, basically gasping for air.
“So?” the homeless man asked.
“I’m gonna need to get off,” the man said, breathing uneasily.
“Then get off.”
“Then let go.”