“Why I Stopped Buying Bananas at My Usual Store”

The banana mystery

For years, I bought bananas from the same corner shop. Familiar faces, quick chats, and that soft yellow curve always ready for me. But slowly, something changed. The bananas stopped being quite right — too green, too spotted, sometimes just... meh. It wasn’t urgent. It wasn’t dramatic. Just a small, nagging feeling.

One Saturday, I lingered longer at the fruit stand in the bigger market downtown. The bananas there looked brighter, smelled sweeter. The vendor smiled and said, “These come fresh from the farm every morning.” It felt good to ask questions again — simple ones, about something so ordinary. I realized I had stopped paying attention.

Switching stores felt funny at first. Like breaking a habit. But it reminded me: life isn’t just background noise. It’s the little details — the smell, the look, the conversation. Choosing where to buy a banana turned into a tiny moment of care. And that care, it seems, is exactly what I needed more of.