I love Rumani mangoes. But while the spirit is willing, the bowels are weak. When I found myself surreptitiously eyeing the public toilet near the beach during a laughter club session, I sought help. The bearded man with twinkling eyes intoned, “The other mango always causes dysentery”. I nodded.
He said, the solution is right in front of you. I stared again at the public toilet. He said, no no, do you see the small bananas in all the fruit shops? I said yes. He said, each time, you have two mangoes, have a small banana. That is all. I said, what if I eat four mangoes? He said witheringly, you must only eat a fibonacci number of mangoes, and the number of bananas you eat should be the previous fibonacci number.
Tears in my eyes, I reached for my wallet, but he told me to make a contribution to the new medical school he was building.