April Food, by Roy Hudson
I watched the truck park outside. Two men got out. I knew the driver; with him was a stranger.
The driver sniffed. "Ah! Smells like someone's grilling."
The stranger took advantage of April Fool's Day. "How do you know what someone grilling smells like?"
The driver replied, "’Cause I prepare the meat," and buried a cleaver in the man's face.
I bet he didn't find the punch-line amusing. He didn't taste funny, either.