Pete brings a lunch box to work each day. During his lunch break, Pete is sitting on a park bench next to his friend Joe. Pete is eating his lunch.
Pete (face unhappy): Look at this!. A bread roll. Hamburger and cheese. Every day the same. No change. I am sick of it. No imagination!
Joe: Why don’t you ask your wife to make you something different?
Pete: I can’t.
Joe: Why not?
Pete: I make my own lunch!
Don’t moan if you are the author of your own misfortune.