![]() She laughed and said as she walked to the door, "Whatever your usual fee is, I'll pay triple." She tossed her red hair back and said, "You got the job. "Yep, impressive is my middle name.", I stammered. My jaw dropped open in amazement and my eyes were big as saucers. I watched the banana spin slowly as it fell fell fell and slap, like some miracle you read about in those dime store slicer mags, the banana landed on the knife blade and was cut cleanly in two. My knife stabbed down through nothin' but air and dropped out of my hand on the table in front of me. I grabbed my number 7 knife and threw a banana in the air. These babies had to be stripped, sliced and dried to exact measurements if they were going to be handled by Dole's biggest clients. But this time they were gunna use banana chips instead of poker chips. Her father was the head of the Dole banana conglomerate and some Ivy League poindexter came up with the big idea to do the annual customer gala with a casino night theme. This was the kind of slicing gig that would make a hundred reputations or destroy a thousand more. ![]() And even though my gut was turning somersaults I knew I couldn't turn it down. The story she told would have turned the most jaded slicer green with banana envy. "Well you came to the right place", I said, mustering up what I hoped was a look of confidence. "I'm looking for Johnny Flynn Private Slicer." "I'm not looking for the dentist", she said. "We'll hello there sweetheart, the dentist office is next door", I said with a smile. the kind of girl that made old men suck in their gut and young men puff out their chest. I was a one punch palooka half way to loserville, smelling like cheap cologne and broken dreams.īut then she walked in. Not with a '57 convertible half way paid off and a tab at the banana stand on 4th that was well past its shelf life. But when you've sliced as many as i have you'd get soft too. "He's losing his touch", they'ed whisper. "Mr banana fingers", they called me behind my back. It seemed word got out that I was getting sloppy. Clients were as rare as hens teeth these days.
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