No Blue Shell

This morning on the way in to work, I was right next to a flatbed tow truck. The guy driving reached his arm out the window and flipped a banana peel perfectly up in the air, to land right on the flatbed. It described such a nice trajectory, just so much loft and spin, landing splayed evenly, upright.

As I passed him, I thought--just for a moment--he might be dressed like Donkey Kong. Sadly, no. But I like to think he knew what he was doing.