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“There was a lull on the trading floor of the Stock Exchange and the boys were getting bored and restless.
For want of any better entertainment, one of the traders pulled out a box of special bananas and announced his willingness to trade this unique unusual item.

In a moment, two traders had bid and counter-bid for the box, pushing the price up to a dime. Not to be outdone, the swells who trade Texas oil stocks jump in, doubling the price of the bananas, then doubling it again.

The box passes from hand to hand, with each time a cent or two higher, sometimes up a quarter.
Eventually, the hubbub attracts the attention of the newbie of the floor, a wet behind the ears college kid. He spots the unusual box and can’t miss the excitement and the open outcry yelling of the traders.
The kid, determined to show he can play with the big boys and genuinely intrigued by the apparent rarity of the item, and hungry for a meal of bananas, firmly calls out ‘Ten bucks’ and is delighted when the bidding comes to an abrupt end.

Hefting out his pocket-knife, he punctures the box, only to be met with the unmistakeable stink of rotting bananas.
Bewildered and heavily out of pocket, the new boy turns to one of the professional traders , who had taken a half Dollar turn out of the box an hour previously. ‘I don’t get it’ says the kid, ‘these bananas are all rotten and mostly just skins.’
‘Son’, says the old pro, those weren’t 'eating bananas', they were 'trading bananas'.