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Everyday life is one laugh after another, especially with my friend Jim. A part of our everyday life, as he was my steady at the time, was to go out for dinner. Dinner usually consisted of going through a drive thru and sitting in the car listening to the latest country music. But I didn't complain, There was always fun in my life. Never was a day dull or boring with Jim around. From making up new lyrics to my favorite song driving me crazy- to busting me up with his wit and humor Jim was as much of my life as breathing. But even so, one day even his wit was surpassed.

It was our usual "date" night. Actually, it was late afternoon, still very light due to the fact it was summer.

"Do you see that?" Jim asked me as I sat in the driver's seat waiting on an order at McDonald's.

"What?" I asked more concerned about the cashier giving me back my credit card and not quite hearing him over my favorite song.

"That tiny little tiny sign on the window there," he said louder and helped me by pointing, reaching his arm in front of my face nearly touching the drive through window.

"What?" I asked again clearly uninterested. My song was almost finished, couldn't he keep quite a little longer?

"It says: We have Braille menus available, we also have picture menus'."

"So," plainly not getting the message. After all I was a blonde, give me some leeway here.

Jim started to speak again, but my order was ready and I quickly pulled away. Pulling to a stop in a nearby parking lot, I proceeded to eat my order and Jim proceeded to explain the meaning of the sign.

"It's stupid is all," he huffed, stuffing some of my fries in his mouth. "I mean why would a blind person be driving?"

"It's just a necessary legality," I said, delving into my Big Mac. I for one knew all about this, having chosen law as my major in college. However, this didn't pacify Jim. Instead he stopped eating all together and sat upright. I knew he was thinking and I hoped it would pass.

"Are you going to pass up this perfect opportunity?" It had not.

"Yes," I said knowing quite a bit about his perfect opportunities. "Life isn't always about laughs, Jim." The last time he saw a "perfect opportunity", he was confronted by police for endangering a helpless animal. Charges were never filed, but I had since tried to steer him clear of these funny situations.

"Change seats with me."

"Why?" I asked my attention finally drawn away from my meal. "What are you going to do?"

"Please I'm dying to play a joke."

"On who?"

"It's whom."

"I don't care

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