Reuben Wept

Hope springs eternal, I suppose. Despite many prior futile attempts to find a decent Reuben sandwich here in the East Bay, I tried once again this afternoon.

• Strike One:

Clerk: "Do you want tomatoes and sprouts on that?"

Me: "I'm sorry, I ordered a Reuben."

Clerk: "Uh huh. Do you want tomatoes and sprouts on that?"

Me: [Sobbing]

• Strike Two: What is this, World War II? Why are you rationing the meat?


• Strike Three: What the hell are you doing with that microwave?

In the immortal words of Space Ghost, I am super-unsatisfied.