In the middle ages, the monks were only allowed to talk once every year to the priest. They were only allowed two words to say.
One year, when a new monk came, the priest told him of this and the monk agreed.
After the first year, the monk said in a sad voice, “Bed hard.”
The priest frowned at him and ushered him away.
The next year the poor monk said in a sad voice,
“Food cold.”
The priest scowled at him and told him to go away back to work.
The next year the monk said in a sad voice, “Quit job.”
The priest suddenly shouted, “Finally! You’ve been here three years and all you’ve done is complain!”