Before that, the banana is still crunchy, and makes you shudder just to bite down on it. It's like eating a premature infant. After that, the banana goes into a downward spiral of browning and mushiness, a bottomless pit of despair and madness. You throw it into the freezer, vowing to one day make banana bread or a smoothie. Because there's no easy way to transport a banana without bruising it and hurting its feelings.
Bananas are wimps.
They cannot handle the pressure. What we need is a Terminator Banana, a banana with a tough outer coating, like a coconut. I don't want to be smashing open bananas with an ice skate, like Tom Hanks in Cast Away . Get those sheep-cloning scientists on this. Over the years, your expectations for nice weather just become so battered and hardened that the only way you know how to respond is by complaining.