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I
took some friends out to dinner last week, and I noticed a spoon in the shirt pocket of our waiter as he handed us the menus.
It seemed a little odd, but I dismissed it as a random thing. Until our busboy came with water & tableware; he too, sported a
spoon in his breast pocket. I looked around the room, and all the waiters, waitresses, busboys, etc. had spoons in their
pockets.
When our waiter returned to take our order, I just had to ask, "Why the spoons?"
"Well," he explained,
"our parent company recently hired some Andersen
Consulting efficiency experts to review all our procedures, and
after
months of statistical analyses, they concluded that our patrons drop
spoons 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 the table behind him, and he quickly replaced a fallen spoon with the one from his
pocket.
"I'll grab another spoon the next time I'm in the kitchen instead of
making a special trip," he proudly
explained.
I was impressed. "Thanks. I had to ask."
"No problem," he answered, then he continued to take our
orders.
As the members of my dinner party took their turns, my eyes darted
back & forth from each person ordering
and my menu. That's when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a thin, black thread protruding from our waiter's fly.
Again, I dismissed it; yet I had to scan the room and, sure enough, there were other waiters & busboys with strings hanging
out of their trousers.
My curiosity overrode discretion at this point, so before he could leave I had to ask. "Excuse me,
but...uh...why, or what...about that 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, I asked?"
"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," I said,
but then thinking through the
process, I 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
the spoon in my pocket"!
