The Army recruiting office I went to had a rock call the 'Rock of Shame'. It sit on the desk of the recruiter who applicant hold the lowest ASVAB test score in the office. My recruiter was the current owner with a 9.....A GOD DAMN 9! Just by selecting C the whole test you would of gotten a score of 20.
Got 98 myself
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One of the ships I sailed on, we had a kid with an ASVAB score high enough to enlist in the Coast Guard, but not high enough to get accepted to any A-school (Soldiers, think AIT). Let's call him Scooter. At the time (late 90s) pretty much everyone had open contract enlistments, and you "struck" for a school once you got to your first command. Rescue swimmers, for example, had a 40-month wait list for their school, with the result that most rescue swimmers weren't eligible for training until their second enlistment. Other, less-selective schools, had a waitlist of a couple of months or even weeks.
Once Scooter realized his predicament he decided he wanted to strike Bosuns' Mate, as that was one of the few ratings you could get through On-The-Job Training, without going to an A-School. After about a week the deck apes wanted no part of his nonsense and he had to find a new home. Apparently chasing rust and chipping paint was too complicated for him, let alone tying knots. Eventually the cooks took pity on him and he started OJT. Really, this was almost certainly just a ploy to get a free cleaner / manual laborer. I swear, you could ask Scooter for a cup of instant ramen, and it would be somehow both burnt and frozen by the time you got it. One day he declared that he wanted to make omelets for breakfast, and, with much trepidation, Scooter was unleashed on the grill.
Turns out Scooter was an omelet Rain Man. I left the ship soon afterwards but as I recall, Scooter was the dedicated breakfast chef the rest of his enlistment. I don't know if he was ever trusted with something as complex as frozen pizza, but I'll always remember his omelets.