The Discovery of the Missing Meatloaf

Part 1: The Meatloaf Catastrophe
It all started on Taco Tuesday, which—ironically—came with a side of meatloaf. Don’t ask me why; the nursing home kitchen has its own logic. I was making my rounds when I heard the panic start.
“Karen!” the kitchen supervisor yelled, her hairnet askew. “The meatloaf tray is gone!”
I blinked. “Gone? Like… stolen?”
“Yes! It was on the counter five minutes ago, and now it’s gone!”
Now, I don’t know much about kitchen drama, but stealing an entire tray of meatloaf? That’s a new low.
The Accusations Fly

Part 2: Finger-Pointing Begins
The kitchen staff was in an uproar.
“I saw Mr. Jenkins wandering near the kitchen earlier!” one cook said.
“He can’t even chew meatloaf,” another replied.
Then Mrs. Watkins, the resident known for her sweet tooth, waddled in with crumbs on her chin. Everyone stared.
“I ain’t steal no meatloaf!” she snapped. “I don’t even like meatloaf!”
Her dentures clattered in defiance, and I had to turn away to keep from laughing.
The Ceiling Clue

Part 3: The Unexpected Clue
As I tried to mediate the chaos, a small piece of meatloaf fell from the ceiling.
“What the…?” I muttered, looking up.
Sure enough, there was a trail of breadcrumbs leading to the vent.
“Someone stashed it in the ceiling?” the kitchen supervisor gasped.
At that moment, I knew two things: 1) This story would make it to my next YouTube video, and 2) The nursing home staff had officially lost their minds.
The Culprit: Mr. Bobby

Part 4: The Culprit Revealed
Just as we were about to call maintenance, Mr. Bobby strolled in.
“Why is everyone yelling? Can’t a man enjoy his meatloaf in peace?” he grumbled.
We all turned to see him holding the tray like a trophy.
“Mr. Bobby, you stole the meatloaf?” I asked.
“Stole? I was saving it for later,” he said, unapologetically.
I burst out laughing. Only Mr. Bobby could pull off a heist like this and act like it was no big deal.
The Meatloaf Returns

Part 5: The Aftermath
Once we got the meatloaf back, the kitchen staff was relieved, but the residents were still buzzing.
“Mr. Bobby’s got guts,” one said.
“He better not try that with dessert,” another added.
As for me, I went back to my rounds, knowing that no shift in a nursing home is ever boring.
Final Thoughts: Just Another Day in the Life of a CNA
If you think nursing home life is quiet, think again. Between meatloaf mysteries and mischievous residents, there’s never a dull moment. And while chaos often reigns, it’s these stories that make the job unforgettable.
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