I once ruler-fired a banana skin across a classroom just before a lesson started
but misjudged and sent it up to the ceiling, where it wrapped round a rafter and stuck on.

All through the lesson, we kids expected it to fall on the teacher's head, but it didn't, not that day or the next, or indeed any day of the next 3 years I spent at school.

The skin dried onto the beam for all to see and was presumably still there when the beams were boxed in during modernisation years later.

My own kids went to the same school, with the banana skin secretly watching over them from its cosy nest in the roof.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 6 Jun 2010, 11:16, Reply)