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Tired of having low-paid grammarschool dropouts screw up your order at fast food places?
This idea stems from having my very simple order repeatedly messed up at several different food chain by the brainless and rude employees they seem to only be able to employ there.
This restaurant is fast food, but the chain will only hire Mensa members who are no less than fluent in the local language
and at least 2 others.
These would be people who understand that you shouldn't be handling ingredients with your bare hands if you've just wiped you nose with those same bare hands and then merely wiped the nosewipe off on your apron; that understand that if you're dripping with sweat from the heat lamps, maybe you shouldn't be standing over/leaning into the Fry pit...or maybe you should be wearing a headband.
Of course, the food prices would be higher so as to adequately compensate these brainiacs who might elsewhere be drawing 6-figure salaries, but I think the additional cost would be worth it not to have to repeat myself 5 times and still have my order bungled.
Maybe they could even serve Shroedinger's soup.
The official Mensa website.... [binkley, Aug 22 2002, last modified Oct 04 2004]
[binkley, Aug 22 2002, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Possibly educated here?
[half, Aug 22 2002, last modified Oct 04 2004]
Developmentally Disabled Burger King Employee Only Competent Worker
Onion Article [dbsousa, Oct 04 2004]
[Worldgineer, Oct 04 2004]
||// Schrodinger's soup // .... catsup ?
||Fast Food jobs are like driving. Over a certain threshhold, IQ is more of a hindrance than a help. It's dull, repetitive, and requires the suspension of imagination for 8 hours at a time. I put myself through college working for a clown, and I can tell you that I moved burgers no faster than the "lifers"...
||I thought this was "menstruteria," a place where women would go each month to have lunch and complain.
"Finished with that salad ma'am?"
"Does it *look* like I'm finished with this salad!?!"
"Let me just top that off with fresh ground Midol...."
||I thought this was the state of mind required to intentionally execute a really bad pun.