Picture this: a blind man walks into a restaurant and gets seated. No, this isn’t the start of a joke; it’s the beginning of a mind-blowing story that leaves everyone in stitches.
The restaurant owner, a multitasking hero who also waits tables, hands the blind man a menu. The blind man, all ready to throw a curveball, responds, “I’m sorry, sir, but I am blind and can’t read the menu. Just bring me a dirty fork from a previous customer. I’ll smell it and order from there.”
Now the owner, scratching his head at such an odd request, shuffles to the kitchen and returns with a greasy fork straight from the dirty dish pile. Our blind protagonist sniffs it and, as if performing some culinary magic trick, declares, “Ah, yes, that’s what I’ll have — meatloaf and mashed potatoes.”
Jaw-dropping astonishment covers the owner’s face as he races to the kitchen to regale his wife, the cook, with the bizarre tale. The story’s novelty doesn’t wear off, and a few days later, the blind man returns, poised and hungry.
This time, déjà vu kicks in as the well-meaning owner hands him a menu once more. The blind man gently reminds him, “Sir, remember me? I’m the blind man.” The owner stammers out an apology before dashing off to fetch another dirty fork. With another expert sniff, the blind man places his order with Sherlockian precision, “That smells great. I’ll take the macaroni and cheese with broccoli.”
The owner, still reeling from the previous visit, decides this uncanny talent demands further investigation. He vows to test the blind man’s prowess on his next visit.
A week later, the blind man returns, setting the stage for the grand finale of this gastronomic saga. Determined to uncover the sniffing sorcery, the owner concocts a devious plan. He turns to his wife, Mary, and with a devilish grin, says, “Mary, rub this fork on your panties before I take it to the blind man.”
Of course, Mary complies, likely just as curious about the outcome of this culinary experiment. The owner, armed with the ‘doctored’ fork, triumphantly hands it to the blind man. The fork is sniffed, the moment is heavy with suspense, and then…
“Hey, I didn’t know that Mary worked here…” the blind man coolly says with a smirk.
Lesson to everyone — be careful what you ask for, because you might just get the unexpected. And always remember, looks (and smells) can be deceiving!
