First submission to /jokes, and it's an old one about women making sandwiches. Three riveters take their lunch break up on the rafters of a high rise. The first one opens his lunch pail and turns to the others, ""Goddamn Ham & Swiss *again.* Fifteen years of marriage, and every day it's the same thing. I swear, if my wife makes me one more Ham & Swiss, I'm ending it. I'll jump right off this beam."" The second one opens his lunch box and pipes in, ""Me too, man. Tuna Salad every damn day. I've even told my wife how I've grown to hate it. If it's Tuna Salad again tomorrow, I'm jumping off too."" The third pulls out his sandwich. ""Peanut Butter and Jelly. It's been the same thing for a decade. One more PB&J and I'm done!"" The next day the three are eating lunch again. The first one looks at his Ham & Swiss and says ""Nice knowing ya, fellas,"" and jumps off to his death. The second one finds Tuna Salad, turns to the third with a look of desperation, then leaps forty stories to the street below. The third one opens his lunch box to see a Peanut Butter and Jelly. Without delay, he joins the other two in suicide. At their funerals, the wives console each other. ""If I had only known he felt this way, he never would have had Ham & Swiss for the rest of his life."" ""Yes,"" says the second ""I never would have made another Tuna Salad sandwich the rest of my days!"" The third wife, wiping away tears, says, ""I *still* don't understand it. My husband always packed his own lunch!""