Three high rise construction steel workers were taking a lunch break sitting on a beam at the 30 story level. An American, a Mexican, and a Newfy Canadian.
The American opens his lunch pail to reveal fried chicken, potato chips, and a beer. (Who could ask for more you ask) The American then exclaims, "I get the same thing for my lunch every day. If I get fried chicken, potato chips, and a beer for my lunch again tomorrow, I'm going to just leap off this beam and end it all!"
The Mexican opens his lunch sack to reveal 2 beef tacos, refried beans, and a shot of tequila. (Not bad as lunches go) The Mexican then exclaims, "I too get the same thing for lunch every day. If I get 2 beef tacos, refried beans, and a shot of tequila for my lunch again tomorrow, I'm going to join you my American friend and leap off this beam to my death!"
The Canadian Newfy then opens his lunch net to reveal a whole decaying Atlantic cod, salt rations, and cold salt water tea. (Better than the BC Telephone Company cafeteria) The Canadian Newfy exclaims, "I three get the same thing for lunch every day. If I get a whole decaying Atlantic cod, salt rations, and cold salt water tea for my lunch again tomorrow, I'm with you guys; off this beam to my death!"
The next day arrives and the American opens his lunch pail. "Wouldn't you know it", he says, "Same old thing for lunch again. I'm out of here!" He then leaps to his death.
The Mexican opens his lunch sack and exclaims, "Same old thing for lunch here! I'm making like a Mexican jumping bean!" He then leaps to his death.
Finally the Canadian Newfy peers into his lunch net only to discover that he also has the same old thing for lunch. Quietly, without a word he holds his nose and dives over the edge. (We can only speculate that he was holding his nose because he was downwind of his lunch)
A week later the 3 widows of the men are consoling themselves at the wake. The American's wife says to the others, "I don't understand why he did it. We had such a wonderful life. He would come home from work and I would have a hot meal waiting for him. After dinner I would rub his feet and massage his aching and throbbing muscles. (Get your mind out of that gutter) We would then make passionate love before bed. (Ok, you were right go back to the gutter) The next morning I would get up, make him breakfast, and pack his lunch for work."
The Mexican's wife speaks up to say, "I don't understand it either. Jose loved his life. We came from the hardships of Mexico to find a better life. He would come home after work to a regular fiesta of food. I would prepare a bath for him while he played with little Pedro. (How sweet) After bathing we would make passionate love before going to bed; for we one day hoped to have a child. (Little Pedro??? Make room in that gutter) The next morning I would make his favorite, salsa omelet. I would then pack his lunch and with a kiss send him on his way to work."
The Canadian Newfy's wife, after wiping her tears, finally says, "Our lives were much like your own. Wilcil would come home to a beautiful fish dinner. We would then have passionate love all evening and before bed we would stop for supper. (Hey, the if the gutter is big enough for two who says three's a crowd) The next morning we would read the paper and have breakfast together. The only difference was; he use to make and pack his own lunch."
