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 man's 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 i