somebody ate MY banana!

Somebody ate my banana! Not that my name was on it or that it was tagged in any way indicating that it was my banana, but it was I who went to the store, bought it with my money and it was on my counter in my kitchen, so in my mind it was my banana. The other people who live in my house are welcome to eat my bananas, in fact I always buy them in bunches that will accommodate multiple banana eaters. It's just that when I went to bed early last night because I had to be up early this morning, there on the counter it was, the last banana of the 2 bunches that it once shared the space with. It's peel was a lovely golden yellow dappled sparsely with brown speckles indicating that it was at what I would consider it's peak for flavor. I almost ate it right then but reconsidered because I thought it would be a good, quick breakfast along with a piece of toast and a cold glass of milk, a proper start to an early morning with little fuss, I left it for morning. Leftovers from supper were already in a to-go container ready to pop into my lunch bag, and the outfit I wore for only a few hours yesterday morning would be my outfit again. Two different groups of people for the outfit wearing so no-one would wonder if I didn't own any other clothes!
I like to be prepared when I know the day will be starting early because I'm not by nature a morning person, so the least thinking required for the first half hour upon waking, the better, plus it extends my sleep time to the latest possible wake up call! The flip side of not being a morning person is that I am a night person which means even with going to bed "early" I'm still awake 'till midnight and back up at 6:00 which means I'm 2 hours short of my optimum 8.
When the alarm sounded before the sun was even awake, ridiculous in and of itself, I got right into automatic mode and proceeded with the usual routine, wash face, brush teeth, fix face for the day, dress, fix hair, head to kitchen for breakfast and to pack lunch.
Without the light on, to keep the morning disturbance for still slumbering housemates at a minimum, I reached for my banana, which in the darkness appeared to be...gone! Surely I am mistaken I think to myself, I just can't see it. I turn on the light to be sure...yep, not where it was, maybe somebody moved it I think to myself again, I look around the bread and...yep, somebody moved it alright, into their stomach! Somebody ate MY banana! Really? What were they thinking? After 11:00 at night who eats a banana?!
So now my whole morning is a mess, now I have to eat cereal and that is at best a 10 minute breakfast if I'm woofing it down, and it's time for me to leave, now! I tell myself it is what it is and resolve to the fact that I'm just going to have to be 10 minutes late for work, unless by chance every traffic light between my house and work 15 miles away is green and there are no poky drivers ahead of me. It's a fleeting hope as I am quickly snapped back to reality, that would never happen, not here!
I have to eat now, it would be 5 hours before I got a lunch break, I can't wait that long to eat without being aggravated about it. It came down to eat cereal and be 10 minutes late, or be on time but aggravated for 5 hours fuming about being hungry and not eating. That's probably at least a slight exaggeration but it makes for good drama in the story! I poured my cereal into a cup, ate a few bites, and decided to take it with me in the car, it was granola so it wouldn't turn to mush before I'd hit one of those red lights that I'd inevitably get stopped at and be able to finish it.
I pulled into the parking lot right on time. The parking lot is a 5 minute walk away from the building where I need to punch in. I was 5 minutes late, I had managed to shave off 5 minutes by finishing my slightly less than crunchy granola in the car and for whatever lame reason I thought 5 minutes late was better than 10, less late better than more late, but late is late!
As I walked into work I thought about the 5 minutes that the clock would prove I was late by and of how my whole plan, my whole morning, was thrown off kilter and out of whack, and why? Because somebody ate my banana!