A dude I was drinking with drew up the blueprints for a time traveling mechanism. It's a phone booth shaped thing you get inside and then are blasted with 'ultra-freak' sound. Frequency? Apparently these 'ultra-freaks' will cause a gravitational void that will propel you and the object through space time. He was getting real into it.
Like bro you're a fucking package handler at fedex. gtfo.
The guy delivering your food might be an expert chemist and deeply familiar with the historical weapons and tactics of 15th century Japan.
One of the two of you isn't very clever, but I can't tell who.
He might be a neuroatypical midwit fascinated by ideas beyond his reasoning... or he might be a genius autist who can't communicate with your weak-ass normie head.
Judging the worth of a man by his employment is straight subtard shit, so I lean towards the latter interpretation.