Match Made in Heaven
Albert Einstein dies and goes to heaven. “I’m terribly sorry,” says St. Peter, “but your room is not quite ready yet and you’ll have to spend a week in temporary quarters.
Arriving at the dorm, Albert finds he’ll be living with three other men.
“Hi,” say the first man. “We’re well matched, as I have an IQ of 180.”
“Great,” says Al. “We can discuss quantum physics.”
The second man says hello and mentions that he has an IQ of 159.
“Well, we can discuss the latest mathematical theories,” says Einstein.
The third introduces himself and says, “I’m honored to meet you, sir, but my IQ is only 85.”
“No problem,” says Einstein. “So, tell me, what’s it like to be a supervisor?”