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| A woman took some clients out for dinner last week, and she noticed
a spoon in the shirt pocket of the waiter as he handed them the menus. It
seemed a little odd, but she dismissed it as a random thing - until the busboy
came with the water and tableware: he, too, sported a spoon in his breast-pocket.
She looked around the room, and all the waiters, waitresses, busboys, etc.,
had spoons in their pockets. When the waiter returned to take their order, she just had to ask, "Why the spoons?" "Well," he explained, "our parent company recently hired some Price Waterhouse efficiency experts to review all of our procedures, and after months of statistical analyses, they concluded that our patrons drop spoon on the floor 73% more often than any other utensil at a frequency of 3 spoons per hour per workstation. By preparing all our workers for this contingency in advance, we can cut our trips to the kitchen down and save time...nearly 1.5 extra man hours per shift." Just as he concluded, a "ch-ching" came from a table behind him, and he quickly replaced a fallen spoon with one from his pocket. "I'll grab another spoon next time I'm in the kitchen instead of making a special trip," he proudly explained. She was impressed. "Thanks. I had to ask." "No problem," he answered, then he continued to take their orders. As the members of her dinner party took their turns, her eyes darted back & forth from each person ordering and her menu. That's when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a thin, black thread protruding from the waiter's fly. Again, she dismissed it; yet she had to scan the room and, sure enough, there were other waiters and busboys with strings hanging out of their trousers. Her curiosity overrode discretion at this point, so before he could leave, she had to ask. "Excuse me, but...uh...why, or what...about the string?" "Oh, yeah" he began in a quieter tone. "Not many people are that observant. That same efficiency group found we could save time in the Men's room, too." "How's that?" "You see, by tying a string to the end of our, eh, selves, we can pull it out at the urinals literally hands free and thereby eliminate the need to wash our hands, cutting time spent in the restroom by over 93%!" "Oh, that makes sense," she said, but then thinking through the process, she asked "Hey, wait a minute. If the string helps you pull it out, how do you get it back in?" "Well," he whispered, "I don't know about the other guys, but I use my spoon." |
