A blind man...

A blind man walks into a little restaurant and sits down. The owner walks up to him and hands him a menu.

'I'm sorry, sir, but I am blind and can't read the menu. Just bring me a fork used by a previous customer. I'll smell it and order from there.'

A little confused, the owner walks over to the dirty dish pile and picks up a greasy fork. He returns to the mans table and hands it to him. The blind man puts the fork to his nose and takes in a deep breath. '

'Ah, yes, that's what I'll have--meatloaf and mashed potatoes.'

Unbelievable, the owner thinks as he walks towards the kitchen and tells his wife Gladys, the cook, what just happened. The blind man eats and leaves. Several days later, the blind man returns and the owner mistakenly brings him a menu again.

'Sir, remember me? I'm the blind man.'

'I'm sorry! I didn't recognize you. I'll go get you a fork.'

The owner retrieves a dirty fork and brings it to the blind man. After another deep breath, the blind man says, 'That smells great. I'll take the macaroni and cheese with broccoli.'

Walking away in disbelief, the owner thinks the blind man is screwing around with him and tells his wife Gladys that the next time the blind man comes in he's going to test him. He returns the following week, but this time the owner sees him coming and runs to the kitchen. He tells his wife, 'Gladys, rub this fork on your panties before I take it to the blind man.' Gladys complies and hands her husband the fork. As the blind man walks in and sits down, the owner is ready and waiting. 'Good afternoon, sir, this time I remembered you and I have your fork ready for you.'

The blind man puts the fork to his nose, sniffs, and says, 'Hey, I didn't know Gladys worked here.'