Operation: Smoothie Gone Wild

It started with a banana.
It became a logistical saga with multiple casualties.

Story:
She offered a banana.
A whole banana.
Peel intact. No drama.

But no.
He wanted a smoothie.

Fine. She pivoted.
Banana. Berries. Blender.

“I want the blue cup,” he said.
Not just any blue cup. The blue cup.
Which was, of course, missing.

Eventually recovered from behind the couch,
half-full of kinetic sand and betrayal.

Straw? Curly.
Location? Unknown.
Alternative? A glittery one from 2020 birthday chaos. Close enough.

Then came the helping hands.
A generous pour of frozen berries.
A dramatic overflow.
Sticky hands. A spoon dropped. A rogue raisin stepped on.

Finally: smoothie complete.
Cup: blue. Straw: curly-ish.
Effort: heroic.

He took one sip, paused, and said:
“Actually… I just want the banana.”

Closing line:
Of course he did.

Reflection

They ask for one thing.
You offer it.
They suddenly need seventeen different things to prepare for it.
Is it sabotage? Or just… snack-based chaos as usual?