The owner, who also serves as the waiter, approaches the blind man and hands him a menu. The blind man politely explains, “I’m sorry, sir, but I am blind and cannot read the menu. Instead, could you bring me a used fork from a previous customer? I’ll rely on my sense of smell to make my choice.”
A bit puzzled, the owner walks over to the pile of dirty dishes, selects a greasy fork, and returns to the blind man’s table with it. The blind man raises the fork to his nose and takes a deep breath, then confidently states, “Ah, yes, I’ll have the meatloaf and mashed potatoes.”
The owner is astonished and shares the story with his wife, who also happens to be the cook.
The blind man enjoys his meal and departs. Several days later, he returns, and the owner mistakenly hands him a menu again. The blind man gently reminds him, “Sir, do you remember me? I’m the blind man.”
Apologetic, the owner says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. Let me fetch you a dirty fork.” He retrieves another dirty fork and presents it to the blind man. After another deep breath, the blind man says, “That smells delicious! I’ll have the macaroni and cheese with broccoli.”
The owner, still surprised by the blind man’s accuracy, decides to test him on the next visit. He sees the blind man approaching and rushes to the kitchen, instructing his wife, Mary, “Rub this fork on your panties before I give it to the blind man.”
Mary complies and hands her husband the fork. As the blind man enters and takes his seat, the owner is ready. He greets the blind man, saying, “Good afternoon, sir. This time, I remembered you, and I already have the fork prepared for you.”
The blind man puts the fork to his nose, inhales deeply, and then remarks, “Hey, I didn’t know that Mary worked here?”