In the first round of the NHL playoffs, David and I made some wagers. Friendly wagers for head rubs and diaper changes. And on one series I challenged Dave to eat half of a mushy banana if he lost. No one really WANTS to eat a banana this mushy, but most people wouldn’t completely hyperventilate just thinking about it. This is like Dave’s worst nightmare.
It hasn’t been that long since Dave even began to consider bananas as a possible snack option, having spent 25 years of life convincing himself that they were disgusting and inedible. And today that turnaround came back to bite him as he choked on his loss. And washed it down with coffee.