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Three men were working on a building job, eating their lunches up on the bare bones of the soon-to-be skyscraper. The first, an Englishman, glances into his lunchbox. “Oh dear, I am so sick of these crumpets. If my wife makes me these one more time, I may just leap off and end myself!”
The second man is a Mexican. He, too, glances into his lunchbox and sighs. “Aye amigo, if my wife makes me tacos again, I’ll join you!” The third man is an American southerner. He looks into his lunchbox and blasphemes nastily. “Right fellers, if ah get a bologna sammich again, I’mma jump off with you **explicative**!” The next day, the unthinkable happens—the Englishman, Mexican, and American all get the dreaded meal for lunch and jump to their dooms. At the funeral, the wives of the Englishman and Mexican are absolutely devastated. “Oh, if only I’d known!” “Si, I’d never have packed him a taco if I had known!” The American’s wife is sitting to the side, shaking her head, and looking thoroughly disappointed. The other two approach her with clear disdain. “Don’t you have any remorse?!” The English woman asks. The American woman looks up at them and shrugs. “Why would I feel remorse, he packed his own damned lunches!”
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