Bananas

I'm picky about bananas. In fact, for many years I abstained entirely from them. I think it was sometime when I was in graduate school that I reintroduced myself to them. These days I'll eat them, but like I said, I'm picky about them.
I like them green. Pale yellow is acceptable. Dark yellow, not good. Brown spots, are you kidding me?
Anyway, Marty picked up some bananas earlier this week. It was a fairly small bunch and I wasn't in a banana mood, so I was leaving it up to him to take care of eating them.
This morning there were 2 left and they were right on the cusp of still being acceptable. I decided to take one for the team (you know, that not wasting food team) and take a banana for my lunch. Leaving 1 lone banana on the counter.
As I was on my way out the door, I mentioned to Marty that he should have a banana either in his lunch or for breakfast.
"It's the last one. I'll have it now."
"I know it's the last one. I'm having the other last one in my lunch."
"There is no 'other last one'"
"Yeah, it's in my purse."
"No. You can't have another last one. There is only one last one. That's the way it is. If there are two, they are the last two--not the last one and the other last one."
Oh fine.
I left for work and ate my other last banana a few hours later.

Incidentally, since I ate mine after he ate his, that makes mine THE LAST ONE.