It all began a while back with a cheeky DM from @dreyray (referencing our potato-mailing escapades) of a post (by @postmarkdstudio) musing about the implications of mailing a banana. “That’s bananas!” we said. Bananas, we thought. Surely it could never survive? A banana is too soft a thing for the rigours of the postal system. And likely it wouldn’t be allowed? The challenge was accepted. A very green banana was acquired (grocery clerks were entertained). Into an envelope it went. Labels were applied. And Monday, off to the postal counter we went, bananamail in hand. The clerk eyed it warily, looked at us quizzically, and glanced over to the pile of outgoing mail. “It follows the Canada Post rules,” we promised. “Okay.” she said, sternly. We asked a bystander if they’d love to get a banana in the mail and they said, “Yes, definitely!” The banana was unceremoniously placed on the top of the “outgoing” pile. The banana had cleared its first hurdle! It had made it past the postal clerk!

We got a tracking number (of course), and it was going to arrive Tuesday. We only had to wait a little while to see what would become of the banana. It was a tough wait. First thing Tuesday morning we tracked it. It was processed at 4:14am. Hurdle number two cleared! Somewhere in the bowels of Canada Post someone had processed our banana. We were thrilled. But then, the day went by, and no further updates. Uh oh. Day turned into night with no sign that our banana had been delivered…

Next day, same thing. Canada Post claimed it was en route, but that’s as far as it went. Something had gone wrong. Was our banana lost? Was it headed to some wayward place? Would it turn black before it got anywhere? Had the postal sorting machines hurt it? Did it get caught in the gears of the system as postage everywhere was halted? Did we break the mail? We contacted Canada Post. “What is the item, and what is its value?” asked Julien. “It is a banana, and it is worth about twenty-five cents, but the fun of sending it is priceless,” we said. Julien laughed heartily, said this was the best call, and promised that come hell or high water, they’d get our banana moving. (Continued in comments)