The Banana Lady -- whose peculiar passion for Bananas raised eyebrows at 7th and Montana yesterday -- was still sitting at the same table this morning. "I guess she never split," said one insider. I watched closely to see if she would once again gently caress, then peel and nibble her banana from side-to-side, but no luck. She reached into her bag several times, but only to answer her cell phone. Too bad. I was counting on another Lewd Banana Incident, if for no other reason than to read her the Miranda Rights. The Carmen Miranda Rights, that is ...!