the banana seat adventure

When I was 6 years old, my best friend, Joanna, and I would ride bikes and play all summer long. It was a typical summer day when Joanna came over for lunch and a play date. Even at an early age I had the ability to inhale my food much quicker than everyone else at the table. At this particular meal, I got extremely impatient with Joanna. "Jay, you need to finish your grilled cheese...finish your carrots too!" Poor thing, I was such a a beast. Literally, I was twice her size, I still tower over the little Italian lady. When I finally couldn't take it any longer, I practically shoved dessert, an orange Popsicle, down her throat. Does anyone see a theme in this meal? Maybe my parents were hoping all the orange foods would give me some type of pigment..anyhow..after a fabulous lunch, we were off to ride our bikes.

Back then nobody wore helmets or anything like that, I think they just started making us wear seat belts in the back seat of cars at that point..And yet why was I still sleeping on the car floor during our family road trips? Hmmm..I will remember to get mad about that one later. So Joanna and I took off on our bike ride through the lovely countryside of north Maywood, sounds like a nightmare these days..Thank the Lord noone ever shanked us or pulled out their glocks, begeezus!

Oh, I must point out, that although Joanna rode her own bike over to my house, we thought it best to ride uncomfortably together on my banana seat bike. Cause why be uncomfortable by yourself? Throw your best friend behind you as well!! Not two minutes into the ride, I heard a large belch. I was terrified, it sounded like something only my older brothers could produce. My life spun in slow motion as I turned to see Joanna had puked all over my back! I did what any good friend would do, I dropped the bike, left her in her own vomit, and ran back to my house.

Upon arrival to my house, I screamed at my Dad, "Joanna barfed all over me!"" My dad, was terrified as well, "Well, where is she?" I pointed down the block. Then my dad did what any dad would do. He took the garden hose and sprayed me down on the front porch. "Dad, what are you doing?!!"" "I'm getting you clean Sarah!!" he yelled.

After I was drenched from the garden hose, I ran inside and changed my clothes. My dad brought Joanna back to the house. I was fuming at her, it was my favorite outfit she just ralphed all over!! My dad, God bless him, asked Joanna if she wanted him to drive her back home? "No, I feel much better now, " she said sweetly. Needless to say, I was super pissed.

I usually bring up this story at least once a year to her, to remind her how she ruined my favorite outfit...ahhh, I can laugh about it now, almost...