A man walked into the same little diner every morning like clockwork.

He always sat at the same table by the window, picked up the menu, adjusted his glasses, and studied it carefully, as if he were about to make the most important decision of his life.

And every single morning, after several minutes of deep thought, he would look up at the waitress and say the exact same thing.

“Ham and eggs.”

Monday, ham and eggs.

Tuesday, ham and eggs.

Rainy days, sunny days, holidays, even Christmas Eve… always ham and eggs.

At first, the waitress found it funny. Then it became predictable. After three straight months, she decided it was time to have a little fun with him.

So one morning, before the diner opened, she took a pen and carefully scratched “Ham and Eggs” off the menu.

A little later, the man came in as usual. He sat at his regular table, adjusted his glasses, picked up the menu, and began reading it with the same serious expression.

The waitress watched from behind the counter, trying not to laugh.

After a minute, she walked over to him with a smug little smile.

“Well?” she asked. “Notice anything different?”

The man narrowed his eyes and kept staring at the menu.

The waitress leaned closer and said, “You know that thing you like so much? I scratched it.”

The man slowly looked up at her and said:

“Then go wash your hands and bring me some ham and eggs.”