Hey cops! Bring your lunch from home, in a paper bag.
(Unless your wife is pissed at you too)
Your post reminds me of this old joke:
Three construction workers (an Italian, a Mexican, and a Redneck) were sitting on a steel beam at the top of a skyscraper they were building. It was lunchtime. The Italian worker opens his lunch box and sees that he has spaghetti and meatballs.
“Son of a bitch”, he says, “spaghetti and meatballs again. Everyday it’s spaghetti and meatballs. I swear if I get spaghetti and meatballs again tomorrow I’m going to commit suicide by jumping off this building”.
The Mexican worker opens up his lunch box and sees a burrito. “Damnit”, he says, “another damn burrito, I’m so tired of burritos, If I have to eat a burrito again tomorrow I’m going to jump off of this building and commit suicide”.
The Redneck worker opens his lunch box and sees a bologna sandwich. “Shit!!!, another damn bologna sandwich. If I get another bologna sandwich tomorrow, I’m going to commit suicide”.
The next day during lunch hour, they are sitting on the same steel beam. The Italian worker opens his lunch box and finds spaghetti and meatballs. Without saying a word he closes the box and throws himself off of the beam and drops twenty floors to his death. The Mexican worker opens his box, finds a burrito, closes the box and jumps to his death. The Redneck worker opens his box and finds a bologna sandwich, closes the box and jumps to his death.
A couple of days later the families of all three workers meet at the cemetery just after the funerals. The Italian worker’s wife was crying.
“Oh, if only I had known how he felt about the spaghetti and meatballs, I could have fixed him a muffalotta, and he would still be here today.
The Mexican worker’s wife said “I could have fixed my husband a taco or an enchilada, and he would be here with me today”.
There was a moment of silence while everybody was waiting for the Redneck worker’s wife to comment.
“Don’t look at me”, she said, “He fixes his own lunch”.