Burton vs. Bananas: Fair Trade?

I have an odd relationship with the fruit vendor who holds down the corner of 89th and Lexington, near my place of work in New York City. I cop bananas from him maybe once or twice a week, but his behavior and level of familiarity are extremely erratic. Sometimes he spies me coming from a distance and engages me in jocular conversation. Sometimes he completely ignores me. When we do exchange currency for fruit, he acts as if we are doing a literal drug deal, looking toward the horizon and nonchalantly counting out my change as if we weren’t actually even interacting with one another. One time I was rocking an England jersey and he said, “What jersey is that?” “England,” I replied. No follow-up question! This man is interested in nothing more than the facts!

Anyway, a couple weeks ago I was walking by in my fresh-ass new Idiom Packable Down Vest and he got really amped. “What colors do you have in that?” I explained that I just had the one I was wearing. I am not a Burton vendor, after all! He said he wanted one. After a brief negotiation, he agreed to give me a banana a day for 10 YEARS if I gave him the vest.

Clearly, this bloke is pretty shrewd. He knows that I know that I won’t be cruising around the Upper East Side during business hours for the next ten years (at least I hope not). Still, for however long it lasts, it’d be pretty sick to grab a free banana every single day.

What do you think. Is this a FAIR TRADE BANANA??