The Banana Dealer
“That’s correct, sir. I sold bananas for a living.” He bowed his head as he spoke.
“And were you always fair to your customers?” The patriarchal gatekeeper adjusted his headset, moving the microphone closer to his mouth.
The man shuffled his feet and glanced sideways but did not respond.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to answer all my questions before I can allow you to proceed.”
“Well,” he began, “I…”
“Well, you?
