Friday, October 3, 2025

O Reuben, My Reuben

Hey, it's October. You know what THAT means! Time for another monthly menu for the Senior Center lunches, to see when my precious Reuben Sandwich will be served. Hick actually brought home a menu on Wednesday, October 1st. This one starts on Monday, October 6th, because that's where the last menu left off. 

Hick was outside mowing when I looked over the menu. I was eager to see my Reuben day, since I had "missed" the last one. Surely this time it wouldn't be on a Friday, giving Hick an excuse to not bring me a Reuben. I looked. And looked. 

THERE WAS NO REUBEN SANDWICH ON THE MENU!!!

How could this be? There's always a Reuben! I saw a couple new items, like Pork Roast and Cabbage. Chili and Grilled Cheese. Chicken Pot Pie. Maybe they had switched over to a winter menu. Why? A Reuben Sandwich can be eaten during the winter! It's hearty and filling. What if I had already eaten my last Reuben, and didn't even appreciate the significance?

When Hick came in, I bemoaned the loss of my Reuben.

"I looked at your new menu, and there's NO REUBEN! You should really feel bad about not getting me one last time. Now I have to wait a whole other month to see if it comes back."

"There's a Reuben."

"No. I looked at every day."

"It's on Monday."

"WHAT?"

I grabbed the menu and read the whole thing for Monday:

Broccoli Cheddar Soup
Reuben Sandwich
Slaw
Pecan Pie Brownies

MY REUBEN WAS BACK!!!

Who in the Not-Heaven puts Reuben under soup? That's like putting Baby in a corner! Not cool! I was too relieved to be reunited with my Reuben to hold a grudge against the menu-maker. But then the situation took a dark turn...

"Oh, good! I didn't see it! Now you can bring me a Reuben on Monday!"

"Well, Monday I'm going to Illinois to pick up a trash dumpster. I won't be there for lunch."

"WHAT? You always have an excuse!"

"I told you I was getting a dumpster from a lady off Facebook. She finally sent me her address. That's what I was waiting for. She had agreed to sell it to me, then when I asked for her address she quit talking to me. I don't know how she thought I was going to pick it up without knowing where it was! I didn't pay her nothin'. So it don't make no sense. It can't be a scam if I don't pay her until I pick it up."

"Of all the days, you have to go to Illinois for a DUMPSTER on REUBEN DAY?"

"Yeah. I need it for the apartments. It's a long way to go, but I'll get my money back from the apartments. I'll try to tell my friend who runs the kitchen to save me a Reuben. Maybe I can get back in time to pick it up."

Have I mentioned that I do not like Hick having his less-than-$300-a-month job with the senior apartments? Now it might cost me a Reuben!

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