Sep 28, 07 at 03:03am
Last week, we took some friends out to a new
restaurant, and noticed
that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in
his shirt pocket. It
seemed a little strange. When the busboy brought our
water and utensils, I
noticed he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket. Then
I looked around and saw
that all the staff had spoons in their pockets.
When the waiter came back to serve our soup, I asked,
"What's with the
"Well," he explained, "the restaurant's owners hired
to provide LEAN structure to all our processes. After
several months of analysis, they concluded that the
spoon was the most frequently dropped utensil. It
represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons
per table per hour. If our personnel are better
prepared, we can reduce the number of trips back to
the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift."
As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon and he was
able to replace it
with his spare.
"I'll get another spoon next time I go to the kitchen
instead of making
an extra trip to get it right now."
I was impressed. I also noticed that there was a
string hanging out of
the waiter's fly. Looking around, I noticed that all
the waiters had the same string hanging from their
flies. So before he walked off, I asked the waiter,
"excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that
string right there?"
"Oh! Certainly!" Then he lowered his voice. "Not
everyone is so observant. That consulting firm I
mentioned also found out that we can save time in the
restroom. By tying this string to the tip of you know
what, we can pull it out without touching it and
eliminate the need to wash our hands, shortening the
time spent in the restroom by 76.39 percent."
I asked, "After you get it out, how do you put it
back?."Well," he whispered, "I don't know about the
others, but I use the spoon."
Sep 28, 07 at 03:43am
OOH NO I think I ate there once 8O
Sep 28, 07 at 07:09am
Yuck!!! xoxo Mz V
Sep 28, 07 at 08:12am
Sep 28, 07 at 02:56pm
There once was an ambitious young waiter who left the Regents Palace Hotel in London to join the staff of Claridge's. On his second night in the dining room, as he was serving soup to Lord and Lady Thingamy at table 14, he noticed that one of her ladyship's breasts had fallen out of her decolletage and was, as they say, hanging loose. With perfect aplomb, he replaced it in her bodice with a gloved hand and returned to his station, where he was met by a glowering maitre d'. "That may be how they do things at the Regents Palace Hotel, Higgins," he snapped furiously, "but in Claridge's, we would always use a warm spoon." :evil: