Suppose the work force consists of low-ability individuals (burger flippers) and high-ability individuals (entrepreneurs), who perform complementary tasks.

Even if they were burger flippers, you can just see them towering over their co-workers or pondering the dynamics of broiled versus fried.

Is America becoming a land of BMW-driving investment bankers and bus-riding burger flippers, with no one in between?

So what are we doing with the time we save by outsourcing our food preparation to corporations and 16-year-old burger flippers?

Those burger flippers might have a better life expectancy- but what kind of life is it anyway, you have to ask yourself.

Interviewing cashiers and seamstresses, burger flippers and migrant workers a dozen or more times, he has gotten them to open up and share the grim realities of their lives.

Other people-store clerks, burger flippers, software engineers, the whole vocabulary of meaningless jobs that make up Life in America-other people just rely on plain old competition.

Chili Bowl restaurants were arranged with 26 stools around a circular counter (no tables) and employed college "kids" as burger flippers.

In any case, economic Chicken Littles have been forecasting a nation of burger flippers for decades.

The vitally serious point here is that the nation's lowest-paid workers - store clerks, burger flippers, maids, receptionists - earn barely enough to live on.