Life as an Extreme Sport

misreading at Panera

I’m at Panera, trying to wake up enough to do a tutorial I need to finish ASAP, before gathering my reserve energy to run errands – mostly stock up on food before the trimester officially begins. So I’m blearily trying to make weekend plans, chat with friends via email, and contemplate getting a pastry or something, since I’m still hungry. And I glance over at the table tent to my left and see:

Caramel and Nuts go together
Like fresh bread and warm mercury


Oh. And warm memory.

But it still looks like mercury.