A few weeks ago a friend was buying bananas at the supermarket.
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With a trolley full of groceries for a family of four, she grabbed the last bunch of lovely yellow bananas on the stand.
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A woman she didn’t know snatched that same bunch of bananas out of her hands and said, “I was about to take those, they’re mine.”
This woman was angry and righteous about the scarce banana supplies. These were hers and she started to snap at my friend for ‘taking her bananas’ and pretending ‘you didn’t see me’ and ‘pushing her out the way’.
My friend didn’t know what to say. She ended up telling the very “aggressive” woman clutching stolen bananas that she ‘never even touched her’. That was the best she had. Then they exchanged a few choice words by the Pink Lady apples.
Just by the by, these weren’t two starving women at a border crossing in a war-torn country. These were two well-dressed women, one probably wearing a Breton striped shirt, standing in the aisles of a very well-stocked supermarket (that even sells sushi) having a fight over bananas.
And there were probably heaps more out the back.