On a downtown F train I notice three people simultaneously eating bananas. An unlikely coincidence? No, it turns out the three are family members – a mother, father and teenage daughter – they just happen to be sitting spread apart. The daughter sits at the end of a bench, the mother farther down separated by several other passengers, and the father is siting opposite the other two. Bored by the book I’m reading, I glance up at them now and then during the trip. All three finish their bananas at roughly the same time. The mother and father fold theirs and hold onto them (both are looking at their phones, and tuck the banana peels underneath the phone like a kind of banana-cushion). The daughter, meanwhile, discretely sets hers on the floor beneath her seat. Occasionally the father looks up from his phone and makes eye contact with the daughter. They both smile. Other times I notice the daughter stealing glances at the book the young woman next to her is reading (‘You Are a Badass’). Finally a seat opens up next to the mother; she motions excitedly for the daughter to take it. Before getting up, the daughter reaches down and picks up her banana peel. She moves to her position next to the mother, then reaches down and deposits the peel underneath her new seat.