Confessions of a One-Track Mind

One of my coworkers just returned from a vacation in Hawaii. At my request, she brought me back a postcard (I gave her $2 to cover it.) for one of the islands' scenic wonders: a very buff young guy striking a pose and wearing nothing but a strategically placed cluster of bananas. I looked at all this natural beauty and dead-panned: "Why am I suddenly craving a banana split? Freshly picked. Oh, wait---that isn't a banana!"