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Posted: 8/17/2005 9:24:31 PM EDT
I've been employed as a pretzel maker at the mall for several years now, and I take great pride in my job. It's not just a mechanical action, the making of a fine pretzel, and it takes the right hands and a deft touch to impart the culinary grace possible for this classy and elegant edible.
However, the people who buy them need to get a few things straight. If they would follow a few simple rules, my life woult be A LOT easier. 1. Yes, I have a girlfriend. NO, we don't have 'an understanding', YES she would probably mind if we did 'that', NO I don't think it would be wise to try it anyway, YES, I have plans after work, NO, I haven't starred in any pornos!! When I'm making pretzels, I'm not just a piece of meat, I AM A PROFESSIONAL!! Catch me in the mall parking lot after work, and perhaps we'll talk, but not while I'm working!! 2. There is an order to the toppings. I've been making them for years, you've been eating them badly. You must UNLEARN what you believe to be the truth about pretzels. The Fab will get it right for you. 3. There is a well defined heirarchy of pretzel store employees, and the cook is at the top of the food chain. Why do you think I'm trusted with the money at the register? Why do you think they allow me to make the product? If you want to put in an application, ask for the manager... If you want to discuss your pretzel with a professional who knows how important it is... ASK ME! 4. DO NOT stare at me or make suggestive comments while I'm in the process of kneading the dough, or shaping the pretzel. This is when my concentration is most required. It's what they pay me to get right, and I don't take that lightly. People need to get this right. When you're buying a pretzel, and the professor is IN, just put your money down and see how it's done. |
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1. The first rule about pretzel making is DO NOT talk about pretzel making.
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Was your screen name her idea? |
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Hmmm....the kid at my mall that makes pretzels is fat and smells funny.
I guess Pretzel making schools vary greatly in their coursework and credentials. |
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Have you ever worked as a pretzel maker? I didn't think so. |
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Do you ducttape the dough to your back so you can absorb multiple full power shots? |
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Our Rules:
1. Make them fresh 2. Toss out the old crap 3. Make them like the picture - light & golden - not burned to shit 4. Have some - don't be out. Pay attention to the flow of sales & people. It ain't rocket science |
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Rush, Closer to the Heart |
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You go Fast_Jimmy
Damn it, when I buy a Pretzel I want it to be made by a guy with your enthusiasm and dedication. Man, I wish there was more pretzel makers with your attitude at my malls. There are few Americans left with your work ethic. God bless you Fast_Jimmy GM |
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When you've rolled the perfect doughy rods and shaped them artfully with skilled and practiced hands... When the line of women stretches to the Yen Ching chinese booth and you can see the hunger in their eyes... When you realize... I'm a god damned pretzel maker, and is there anything better than that? Then you'll know in that moment, that pinpoint of clarity etched in your mind forever.. the world is yours. |
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Actually, there was a pretty damn long apprenticeship program... like 14 months, and then I was able to join the union as a journeyman, which is the basic professional grade of pretzel chef. You're absolutely right though, not every pretzel maker is a pretzel chef. |
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You wack-off in front of a mirror, don't you. |
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Well. It's good to see someone that takes pride in their work.
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I had aspirations of pretzel making, but I didn't think I had the mojo for it.
I went for the shirt-folding degree instead. Someday, tho, I haven't given up on my brown, salty dream. |
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Swingset, I swear...you really are the funniest person here... |
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<Charlton Heston> Here's to you... Mr. Mall Food Court Pretzel Maker <[Charlton Heston]>
Oh, Mr. Mall Food Court Pretzel Maker ... Oooohhh.. |
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You have to hold on and believe. I wrote a poem about that once: 10 SECONDS TO LOVING YOUR CLEAN GUN Baby, hold my rifle, but don't pull my trigger... Let's rewrite history In the elevator.. Or lock the door. Polish my handgun just a small amount more. I'll be coming there soon. Just 10 seconds more... baby |
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Bloodninja...is that you? ETA - Haaarrrr! |
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Well, a man can't make pretzels ALL day long... But seriously, I usually hook up with someone hopelessly hot in the parking lot, if my GF can't make it. We do have an understanding. Have you seen my bike yet? I'll have to dig up that photo, in which I look, I have to admit, AWESOME. Pretzel making isn't necessarily my life. I just do everything 100 percent, full throttle. Nothing less than mastery is my policy. |
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Do you strap on the "deadly-duo" when your wife pics you up from work?
In that high risk of a job, how often do you train in weapons and tactics? You better be wearing multiple layers of kevlar! You could be turning around to toss a pan of dough into the oven, and then all the sudden ya got multiple .308 rounds into your back! Please! Just be careful. |
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My parents owned a pretzel store and I worked there for six years; however, I'm not as strange as you.
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I think this is what geddy lee had originally written for this song |
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Heston does the Real Men of Genius commercials? |
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Jimmy, do salted or unsalted pretzels burn more efficiently when loaded in XM193?
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When I hear that voice - It's Charlton Heston in my mind - so get over it! |
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Aside from making me laugh, this really made me think. When I was but a young man, I knew the dough as flour, and water, and that which hardens into bread. But as I ventured out into the world, the dough took on meaning beyond the simple ingredient. Dough, masterfully shaped, cunningly worked into improbable shapes by the hand of a craftsman is the metaphor I have sought, and, inevitably, the answer to the question I had not thought to ask: For whom does the timing bell on the pretzel oven chime? Not for the craftsman, nay, he is merely the master of shapes and matter. Nor for the glassy eyed babe reaching out with trembling fingers, pale eyes locked with those of the pretzel craftsman as he sternly awaits the judgment of her mouth, for she is merely the consumer of baked matter. It chimes for mankind. For the pope. For Jackie Onassis, Al Cowlings, and the mayor of Dubuque. For me, for you, for the pretzelmaker and bread consumer in all of us. It chimes for us. |
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Uh, Fast_Jimmy, I think you have a growing credibility gap...pretzel dough isn't just flour and water...yeast is part of the magic.
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I'm not going to write a poem about yeast if that's what you're getting at. |
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I know this is a joke but I seriously want a fucking pretzel right now.
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I'm sure you probably work in an office, or with some type of service company, or in the medical field, and that's all right. We need people to do that work. Without you, and other assorted guest workers, migrants, and southerners, our great nation would fall apart. It's a shame that the kind of job I have, Union Pretzel Chef, is becoming a rarity. I'd get you on if I could, but some things are beyond my control. When I tell people about the benefits package, they look me up and down as if I'm nuts and can't believe the package could be so substantial. |
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This thread should be in the Pit. |
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BTW. Your sigline dosen't fit.
It needs to read. I AM A PRETZEL NAZI. WORSHIP ME. |
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Me, too....my daughter loves 'em and I want Jimmy makin' 'em for her! HH |
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Here we go again........... Man, y'all are some gullible sorts here. |
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Is your daughter interested in the profession? I know some people, and can kind of give her some guidelines. Taking the right courses through high school doesn't hurt either. Like I say, people are astonished at the package I've got, when I describe it in detail, as it relates to my excellent career. |
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Somebody lost that page at the vendor downstairs from my office. |
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I have refused pretzels before. When people aren't conducting themselves in a manner befitting an individual about to consume culinary finery... I point them to the exit doors across from JC Penneys. |
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You're trying to get steady work writing for The Onion, right?
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When you mix add your "personal ingredient" to the pretzel and the women compliment you on the salty taste... |
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