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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