Supper that night was kielbasa (a type of Polish sausage), sauerkraut, and rye bread. All I had was the sausage, so a trip to the grocery store was in order.
As I was checking out with a loaf of rye bread and a bag os sauerkraut, the checker asked, “ ‘r’ ya makin’ ribbon sindwitchez?”
“ ‘r’ ya makin’ ribbon sindwitchez?”
Only understanding the word “makin’,” and not understanding the rest of anything else he was saying, I winged it.
“Oh, it’s with Polish sausage tonight. Sort of a tradition with me.”
It was only until I got to the car that I realized he was asking if I was making Rueben sandwiches.
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