…The blind man took the fork, sniffed it, and said,
“Ah, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I’ll have that!”
The owner, shocked but amused, brought him the meatloaf.
The next day, the blind man returned. Again, he asked for a dirty fork. The owner handed him one, and he sniffed it.
“Hmm… that’s chicken alfredo. I’ll take it!”
Again, the order was spot-on.
This became a daily routine.
One day, the owner wanted to test him. He asked his wife, Mary, to rub a fork on her neck before handing it to the blind man.
The blind man sniffed it and paused.
Then said:
“Whoa! I didn’t know Mary worked here!”
