Three painters are having lunch on the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Max opens his lunch and swears,
“Twenty years I’ve been on this bridge, and every day my wife has given me the same lunch. I’ve had enough! If I get the same tomorrow, that’s it—I’m jumping!”
Bruce opens his lunch and groans,
“I can’t believe it. Look at this—the same thing again! If it happens again, I’m joining you.”
Fred opens his lunch, rolls his eyes, and says,
“Same again! I’ll join you both!”
Lunch the next day arrives.
Max exclaims,
“I told you—look at this, the same again! Enough!”
Off he jumps.
Bruce opens his lunch and shouts,
“I can’t believe it! Enough is enough!”
Off he jumps.
Fred opens his lunch, sighs,
“Same again!”
And off he jumps.
At the funeral, the three wives are discussing the tragic events.
Max’s wife says,
“I thought he liked what I gave him. He never really complained.”
Bruce’s wife says,
“I always included a nice ‘I love you’ note. He just had to say he wanted something different!”
Fred’s wife is standing a little to the side, shaking her head.
“I really don’t understand… He always packed his own lunch!”