A blind man walked into a cozy little restaurant and sat down at a corner table.
The owner, who was also the waiter, handed him a menu.
“Sir, I should tell you—I’m blind. I can’t read that. Just bring me a dirty fork from a previous customer. I’ll smell it and decide what to order.”
The owner raised an eyebrow, puzzled, but decided to play along. He grabbed a greasy fork from the pile of dirty dishes and brought it over.
The blind man held the fork to his nose, inhaled deeply, and smiled.
“Ah, perfect. I’ll have the meatloaf with mashed potatoes.”
The owner nearly dropped his jaw. How in the world…? Still, he went to the kitchen, told his wife—the cook—what had happened, and shook his head in disbelief.
The blind man enjoyed his meal and left.
A few days later, he returned. Once again, the owner accidentally handed him a menu.
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