"Where are your bananas?" It seemed like a logical question to ask. For all of my forty trips around sun, bananas were a key item to place in grocery cart. For first time I could recall, banana bin was empty. So I asked a store worker where bananas were.
"We don't have any," he replied. "We'll be getting some in tomorrow."
It took me a few moments to absorb this information. "What do you mean you don't have any?" I thought. "Every store has bananas." True, sometimes they are almost green enough to pass for bent cucumbers. And they occasionally appear to have lost an arm-wrestling match with a watermelon. But there are always bananas of some sort in store.
Then it dawned on me just how foolish my expectations were. I live well north of New York City. Even if somebody invented a way to cultivate them in Great White North, it was early April, and they would not bear fruit at that time of year. For goodness sake, outside snow was falling and inside I was expecting tropical bananas!
If you commute in a big city, you might have noticed traffic grinding to a halt. Why? Look to bananas for answer. Just as I was frustrated by my grocery expectations not being met, millions of commuters are frustrated daily by their traffic expectations not being met.
Consider some of major machines in your life, such as television. Twenty years ago, we would watch a TV show. Ads would come and ads would go, but we would watch it from start to finish. Who does that these days?
"What were you watching, honey?"
"I dunno. But I think I caught 412 channels."
And if ever you should lose converter ... I know, I know, this is a family publication, so we'll cut profanity.