Three guys are working on some scaffolding way up at the top of a skyscraper. They take a lunch break. The first guy opens his lunchbox and goes, “Aw, man, meatloaf again.” Second guy opens his lunchbox and goes, “Aw, man, baloney again.” Third guy opens his lunchbox and goes, “Aw, man, tuna salad again.” They eat their lunches.
The next day, it’s lunch time again, and the first guy opens his lunchbox, and goes, “Aw man, meatloaf again. You know, if I get meatloaf tomorrow, too, I’m going to jump off this skyscraper!” Second guys opens his lunchbox and goes, “Aw man, baloney again. You know, if I get baloney tomorrow, I’m going to jump off this skyscraper!” Third guy opens his lunchbox and goes, “Aw man, tuna salad again. You know, if I get tuna salad tomorrow, I’m going to jump off this skyscraper!”
Next day. Lunchtime again. First guy opens his lunchbox, cries, “Meatloaf!” and leaps to his death. Second guy opens his lunchbox, howls, “Baloney!” and leaps to his death. Third guy opens his lunchbox, screams, “Tuna salad!” and leaps to his death.
Next day, at the funeral. The widow of the first guy wails, “Oh, why oh why did I give him meatloaf in his lunch?” The widow of the second guy moans, “Why oh why did I give him baloney?”
And the widow of the third guy says, “Don’t look at me! He packs his own lunch.”
So again, I ask, “What’s in your lunch?’ These guys could have spiced up their lives if they only shared their three different sandwiches and exchanged them with each other. Then again, they just might have chosen different ingredients. We can too, so before you ever complain again, check to see how you packed YOUR lunch.
