Have You Seen a Dancing Banana

Have you seen a dancing banana? It had not been the best day at work. I gave the speaker a grumpy face. Shook my head “no”, hoped he would disappear. He was a new worker, no name tag yet. “What are you working on?” He asked me. “Budgets and stuff,” I said, without looking up. He left me alone, and I was glad. “HEY!” a voice yelled. I looked up. There was a dancing banana on the top shelf of my bookcase. “Glad we got rid of him,” he said, doing a little two-step.