Don’t Jump!

Someone sent me this joke in an email. While I have a hunch that it’s old as the hills, it made me laugh out loud. In my book, that’s a sign that I need to share it with my listeners. Laughter is hands down great medicine. That said, let’s do this thing.

An Irishman, a Mexican, and a redneck were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building when the clock struck twelve. Soon the three men were opening their lunches. The Irishman was the first to react. “Corned beef and cabbage!” he said. “If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I’m going to jump off this building.”

The Mexican opened his lunch box next and exclaimed, “Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time, I’m going to jump off, too.”

The redneck opened his lunch and said, “Bologna again?! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I’m jumping, too.”

The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death. The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped too. The redneck opened his lunch, saw the bologna, and jumped to his death also. Stricken by the enormity of it all, the boss arranged for a triple funeral, at his cost.

During the visitation the Irishman’s wife was heard to say between her sobs. “If I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!”

The Mexican’s wife was also weeping. “I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn’t realize he hated burritos so much.” Everyone turned and stared at the redneck’s wife, who didn’t seem quite as moved.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” she said. “He made his own lunch!”

Hugs, Shellie