We’re in Professor Faggioli’s office.
Banani’s session continues.
FAGGIOLI:
Do you have any other clown-related incidents to tell me about?
BANANI:
Yes, there’s one last episode—maybe the most terrifying of all.
Flashback – Shopping Mall.
Banani and his parents enter through the automatic doors.
SHOP ASSISTANT:
Welcome! We opened just last week—let us know if you like it! 🤣
MOM:
Honey! Look at that store window—it’s beautiful!
DAD:
Beautiful, but pricey!
BANANI:
Mom, Dad, I want to try the glass elevator!
MOM:
No, wait, Banani! Don’t take it alone!
Banani disobeys and steps into the elevator.
DAD:
Oh, for heaven’s sake!
BANANI:
Okay, here—button 2! Second floor!
The doors are about to close, but a hand stops them.
A clown enters, silent, staring blankly into space.
BANANI (to himself):
What a filthy, horrible look! He looks like he crawled out from under a bridge!
BANANI (narrating):
His clothes were dirty and worn, and the stench coming off them was unbearable.
The clown didn’t even notice me. He started talking to himself, like he was in his own world.
At first, his words were unintelligible.
CLOWN (murmuring):
“You don’t get it… but I told you… the wind… the wind takes everything!”
BANANI (narrating):
Then, without warning, he began shouting nonsense, like he was arguing with someone who wasn’t there.
CLOWN (yelling):
“You stole the key! It can’t be! The dream key! What do I do now?! Will you give it back?!”
BANANI (narrating):
He gestured wildly, never even looking at me, and I just stood there, frozen.
I’ve never been so scared in my life… not even at the birthday party.
CLOWN (growing angrier):
“I can’t take it anymore… I hear voices, I can’t… it’s not fair, it’s not fair!”
As he spoke, the clown started punching the air—but not at Banani, who remained paralyzed in the corner of the elevator.
Then the doors opened at the first floor, and the clown got off.
End of flashback
BANANI:
I’ve never been so scared in my life… not even at the birthday party incident. 🤣
The elevator felt like it took an eternity to reach the upper floor.
Eventually we got there, and the clown stepped out, while I stayed inside like I was glued to the wall.
After a while, my parents called the elevator, worried—and they found me there, completely traumatized.
FAGGIOLI:
Certainly a traumatic experience for a child of that age. How old were you?
BANANI:
No, I wasn’t a child. It happened last month! 🤣
FAGGIOLI:
Wait—your parents still treat you like a child?
BANANI:
I wouldn’t say so. What made you think that?
FAGGIOLI:
Why weren’t you allowed to take the elevator alone?
BANANI:
Because I was supposed to help them carry the shopping bags.
You know, Faggioli, they’re getting on in years… 🤣
FAGGIOLI:
Interesting, Banani. Very interesting.
Faggioli takes notes.
IGOR:
A truly flawless marketing strategy: “let us know if you like it.” How? By mail? 🤣
… Or maybe Banani could’ve yelled “I LOVE IT!” from the escalator! 🤣
… Definitely a foolproof customer feedback system! 🤣
… Back to the incident, I agree with Banani.
I mean—choose between a clown burning alive and lunging at you, or a madman mumbling in an elevator? 🤣
… Honestly, I’d pick the burning clown any day. Hands down. 🤣
… Then Faggioli asks if Banani was a child, and Banani replies, “It was last month.”
At first I laughed too at that punchline. But then I stopped and reflected… and realized:
Banani’s statement wasn’t accurate. Because last month—just like always—Banani is still a child! 🤣
… Okay! In this story, we clearly see the law of sowing and reaping in action.
You tried to be clever, huh Banani? You made your elderly parents carry the bags!
Well, serves you right! Now take that clown! 🤣