Monday was Reuben Day, you know! The day this month when Reuben Sandwiches were on the menu for the Senior Center. Hick had plans to drive to Illinois to get a trash dumpster for the senior apartments, and said he probably wouldn't be back in time to get MY REUBEN.
Sunday evening, I asked Hick why they couldn't save a Reuben in the refrigerator for him, until he got back. It's not like they don't know where to find him, to collect the $5 for the meal. Besides, Hick is their pet! They always give him special treatment.
"Oh. [Person in charge whom Hick has done paid house renovations for in the past] says she'll put them in the refrigerator, and I can get them the next day. I'll get one for me, too."
"That's good! I wasn't planning to eat it until Tuesday anyway. I still have Chinese left from Friday, and you're going to the auction anyway, so you'll have auction food Monday night."
See? I wondered why they couldn't save a Reuben for Hick. I guess he never asked before, so apparently he DID ask this time. I'm sure he did it out of the kindness of his heart, and his abiding love for me, rather than as a result of my constant nagging reminding...
Monday morning around 10:30, Hick called. I was worried, because he was supposed to be in Illinois, reveling in his newfound dumpster ownership, not randomly calling me.
"Val? They're not serving Reubens today! They changed it to Tuesday. So you won't have a sandwich tonight."
"That's fine. I didn't expect a Reuben tonight anyway. I'm eating Chinese. So it will be just like you said before. You'll bring it home Tuesday night, and we can have Reubens for supper."
"Okay. I just wanted you to know."
I must have given Hick PTSD about that Reuben! Now if I could only do that with T-Hoe's long-needed oil change...
Oh your Reuben is right on time today! Hope it's delicious. He should give you his on account of his behaviour lately :p
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh! Hick will eat one for lunch, and then bring another home for his supper. He usually gives me the slaw or the soup anyway. I won't take over his sandwich.
DeleteThere has to be SOME way of getting that oil changed. Enjoy your Reuben.
ReplyDeleteIf only I could crack the code to find the key to getting Hick to change T-Hoe's oil! He used to do it himself. Even bought an expensive lift thingy that resides in the Freight Container Garage, never having been used a single time. Now he takes the vehicles to Walmart. Like he did a couple months ago, SilverRedO and A-Cad on consecutive days, while NOT taking T-Hoe.
DeleteI have partaken of the Reuben, and it was spectacular!
Find out what no oil change will do to the vehicle then ask Hick how much that fix will cost compared to changing oil. It ruined my motor if I remember correctly Fret about him winning enough to pay for motor repair. Ask him if it will strand you somewhere. His love for you should lead him to change the oil for you.
ReplyDeleteYou'd think I could get at least the attention of a random elderly calling from the apartments. I guess there's no glory in helping ME! Last time I mentioned the oil change, he said he already did it. NO! That was the other two cars. He just added a quart to T-Hoe.
DeleteI keep trying. Now T-Hoe has two other warnings going off. Hick laughed and said I wasn't going to break down on the side of the road. Then he said, "I need to try and get an appointment with Mick (the mechanic) to look at it." That's a little progress, at least.
So glad I always left that up to the driver! I am not an oil changer, but I do know how to nag incessantly ....
ReplyDeleteYou and me both!
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