"Are you following me?" I said over my shoulder to my coworker. She had been walking behind me since I walked through the bank's teller line, through the door, through a gate and to the door leading into the back room. Banana in hand, I was headed into the break room to chop it up for an afternoon snack.
As she walked through the door to the employee lounge right behind me, she said "Yeah, I am."
"I know," I let out a mock sigh of helplessness as she closed herself in the ladies' room. "Me and my banana are irresistible."
The door opened back up quickly. "What did you just say?" she asked, her head poking out behind the sign that read "Women."
"I said, 'me and my banana are irresistible.'"
"Oh!" Her voice was relieved and full of the beginnings of laughter. "I thought you said 'me and my banana are having a festival.'"
"I'm not that lonely, Luann!" I yelped.
And we both erupted in laughter.
Ah, the joys of misinterpretation.