Blonde with banana

Girl With Banana Going for guy

Man, I had a rough time getting this image—I tried at least nine times. The shots I got wee poor and really needs to be photo shopped but who has the time? It’s already three o clock and my Friday is fast evaporating.

Really interesting though when I got on the train this morning a number of players were already aboard. I was one train early but I recognized many of the commuters this morning. I noticed this one blonde—she stood out from the rest. I remember thinking she was not beautiful or even cute—though she was cute in a 655 a.m. commuter train kinda a way. She had her hair simply braided, just one blonde braid, very nice skin and aloof. The kind of person you notice just once unless something out of the ordinary happens. I noticed her too because she was standing, I remember thinking to myself ‘ she is way too good looking to be sanding’ meaning some gallant almost always surrenders his seat but not today. I went back to my novel and did not think much more until a couple of stops later when a young muscle type guy got on. Shaved head, mustache and goatee, black tee shirt under a leather jacked. Then I noticed it. Someone or something in the blonde switched on. A billion dollar smile erupted from her mouth immediately getting the attention of mr skin head. I remember I had to shake my head to make sure I had not slipped into dream mode. Soon she hand looped over to where the guy was standing and just began conversing. Her break in like line was some like “ Does everyone does you look just like Chris Daughtry ?’ I finally was so overwhelmed by the conversation I had to get an image. I made sure the flash was off. I have seen train cop types take peoples people’s film and chips away—or at least format the chip. So, I was being clandestine. Like I said I got off none shots and all were duds. The ones I have here are ok but nothing as stunning as the reference the image was lifted from. I kicked myself, for not starting soon as I considered the idea. I also had to be unobtrusive. I think towards the end I did not care how obvious I was but not of those turned out. I was also intrigued that”blondie” was carrying a banana the whole trip. Blondie became my girl with the banana. Oh yeah, she also was wearing these black shoes which must have been three inches high—I so wanted images of her feet but I figured I had better not push my luck. Maybe next time there is always a next time.