Condiment Clairvoyance

Today I went to Firestone’s rare books department to look at a book about medieval typefaces. I had heard that this book was really beautiful, and it was! I got lost in an enchanted forest of fonts, and by the time I found my way out I only had fifteen minutes left before seminar to eat lunch.Head swirling with Gothic script, I ran over to Tower to grab some food. Today was build-your-own-burger day. I assembled the requisite components and, as a finishing touch, absentmindedly reached for a squeeze bottle of barbecue sauce. Without really looking, I dressed the bun thusly:

Do you see what I see? A stylized, calligraphic capital A? ("A" as in, "Astonishingly Apropos," given my earlier activity; also, "Astonishingly Artistic," given that in real life, my penmanship is atrocious.)Anyway, I post this because:1) It completely and totally BLEW MY SLEEP-DEPRIVED MIND.2) This is seriously the prettiest my handwriting has ever been, ever.3) When it came time to eat the burger, I found out that the substance I had thought was barbecue sauce was actually A-1 steak sauce, which is gross (albeit also capital-A Apropos) and should never have been poured into a squeeze bottle marked “BBQ.” So if you’re a Tower member reading this, know that your condiment containers are grievously mislabeled, but also magic.