When Hick brought home the Reubens from the Senior Center on Friday, he carried them in white plastic bags tied at the top. That's how he always brings them home, and I yell at him remind him not to carry them where they dangle sideways, because that's how slaw soup and beet juice get soaked into the bread of the sandwiches. I guess that's how they send out the meals at the Senior Center.
Hick set them on the cutting block to take the containers out of the bags. I asked him to bring one over so I could see the slaw, and if the bread was soggy. He brought both over to the table.
"This one is really heavy compared to the other."
"Oh, that one's mine. A buddy gave me some sausage. You can have a piece if you want."
Inside was Hick's Reuben sandwich meal, with three slices of sausage on top, spread out over the sandwich, crackers, and soup container. I wish I had taken a picture. It was like summer sausage. You know. It looked kind of like salami. About 2/3 the size of a bologna slice, and a half-inch thick.
No, I didn't want any. It was nice of Hick to offer. He said he would take it the next day to his SUS2.5 for lunch. So I asked if he wanted me to put it in a baggie for him. Hick said yes, if I didn't' mind. Later, as I was getting out the baggie, I got to thinking about how Hick got that sausage home.
Where did he get it from his buddy? Did his buddy have a roll of sausage at the Senior Center, slicing it off all willy-nilly? Or was he at the storage units? How did those three slices of Hick's sausage get into the tied-up meals from the Senior Center? Did Hick carry them in his hands, on the dashboard of SilverRedO, and later put them in the Reubens? Or was it from a buddy bagging Senior Center meals who put them in Hick's carryout? Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
Hick is not here to ask as I'm typing this. I think I need to investigate.
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