Au Revoir Lisa, Luben

You ever have one of those things in life that every time you see it, your brain goes to the same place? One of mine is a small sign outside a deli across the street from my office. The plain sign that looks like it was made out of an extra piece of ceiling tile, reads "Seattle's Best Reuben". Every time I see it, which unfortunately for me is almost every day, I exclaim, under my breath, "Au Revoir Lisa, Luben". Which is usually followed by a "Luben, look to me in my eyeball". Occasionally if I'm feeling really saucy, I'll throw in a 3rd line for good measure like, "are you for scuba", or, if I'm in a bad mood, a quick "my name is not Luben!" will do.

Along came Polly... a far cry from a classic, but apparently has a small space in my brain that it has decided to occupy for the foreseeable future.