Yes! we have no bananas!
We have no bananas today!!
(Frank Silver and Irving Cohn, 1923)
Why do people bypass a bunch of four perfect, pristine, prize-winning bananas on the supermarket display, pick up a hand of five, and break off four? What makes those bananas more desirable than the four that were ready to go?
And what about the resulting heap of orphans, those pariahs of the banana world? Does anyone else but me ever take pity and choose from that pile?