A blind man walked into a cozy little restaurant and sat down at a corner table.
“Oh, right! Forgive me.” The owner fetched another dirty fork from the pile.
The blind man sniffed it, nodded, and said, “Mmm, macaroni and cheese with broccoli. I’ll take that.”
The owner’s eyes widened. Unbelievable! This guy can’t be real. He hurried to the kitchen and told his wife, “I swear, he’s messing with me. Next time, I’ll put him to the test.”
The following week, the blind man came back. The moment the owner spotted him walking in, he rushed to the kitchen.
“Mary,” he whispered to his wife, “do me a favor—rub this fork on your panties before I give it to him. Let’s see if he’s really that good.”
She gave him a suspicious look, then smirked and did it.
The owner, grinning mischievously, brought the fork straight to the blind man’s table.
“Good afternoon, sir! I remembered you this time—your fork is ready.”
The blind man took the fork, held it up to his nose, breathed in deeply… then broke into a wide grin.
“Well, well, well… I didn’t know Mary worked here.”
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