The year is 1908 and three men, an Italian, a Jew and a Polish guy are about to sit down for lunch on a girder hundreds of feet in the air on a new skyscraper that they're building in Downtown Manhattan.
The Italian opens his lunch first to find a meatball parm hero. He stares at his lunch and shouts ,"A meatball parm hero again?! I swear to God that if my wife packs me one of these sandwiches ONE more time, I'm gonna' jump off this girder to my death!"
The Jewish guy chuckles as he opens his lunch only to find that his wife packed him brisket again. "Again with this brisket! I'm gonna' have a talk with my wife when I get home and make it VERY clear that if I get brisket in my lunch ONE more time, I'M gonna' jump down to my death, too!"
The Polish guy raises his eyebrow in shock at what his co-workers have just said, but shrugs it off and then unwraps his brown paper bag.
His mouth drops, "I can't believe this! I thought you two were overreacting but it's been 12 years that I've worked with you guys and I always eat the same damn thing: ham and cheese sandwiches! That's it, I swear to you both right now that if I have to eat another ham and cheese sandwich for lunch tomorrow, I'LL jump off this girder to my death right there in the street for all to see!"
The three men finish their lunch is silence. Another day goes and comes, and the next day they find themselves in their familiar spot ready to have lunch. They're all staring at one another with their promises of yesterday weighing heavily on their shoulders.
The Italian guy opens his lunch first, "Uffà, what a relief! Today she packed me sausage and peppers. I don't have to jump!"
The Jew goes next, hands shaking as he's opening his lunch. "Oy thank God, matzah ball soup! I don't have to die today!"
The Pollack is the last one to go. He doesn't hesitate to rip right into his familiar brown paper bag only to reveal yet ANOTHER ham and cheese sandwich. He shouts, "HAM AND CHEESE?! AGAIN?! THAT'S IT - I'M JUMPIN!!"
Next thing you know, you see him spring off the girder and zoom down until he plops onto the pavement.
Back up on the girder, the Italian turns to the Jew and says, "Christ on the cross! What's that dumb Pollack's problem? He packs his own lunch!"
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