A blind man walked into a small restaurant one evening and sat down at a table near the window.

The owner came over politely and asked, “Menu, sir?”

The blind man shook his head.

“No need,” he said. “I’m blind. Just bring me one of your dirty forks. I’ll smell it and know what to order.”

The owner stared at him, confused, but decided to play along. He went into the kitchen, picked up a used fork, and brought it back.

The blind man lifted it to his nose, took a deep breath, and smiled.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll have the lamb with seasoned potatoes and spring vegetables.”

The owner was stunned. That was exactly what had been served with that fork.

Two weeks later, the blind man returned. This time, the owner wanted to test him. He hurried into the kitchen, where his wife Brenda was cooking.

“Brenda,” he whispered, “do me a favor and rub this fork somewhere very personal.”

Brenda looked at him strangely, but did it.

The owner returned to the table and handed the fork to the blind man.

The man smelled it carefully, paused, and said,

“Oh, interesting… I never knew Brenda worked here!”