It's lunchtime. I'm hungry. But there's relatively nice weather outside. I should take my usual walk around town. Why don't I combine both activities in one!!
I've been having a craving for Wingz since they closed up for the summer near my house. (I live in the university area and college students are their biggest customers. When the college students go, so does Wingz.) I recently discovered that they had moved to a temporary location in beautiful downtown Syracuse. Hey, I work near downtown Syracuse! And it just so happens that they are on my route!
So off I go to get Wingz and excersize. It takes me about 10 minutes or so to get there. As I walk up to their little stand, I start eyeballing the menu and deciding what sauce I would like on my chicken tenders. The Parmesan Garlic sauce catches my eye, but I decide that I'm really in the mood for Honey Mustard.
"What can I get you?" asks the guy behind the table.
"A large order with Honey Mustard," I reply.
In a jiffy he puts the order together and cashes me out. About ten minutes later, I'm back at my desk with my order and I can't wait to dive into my Honey Mustard tenders...
...except for the fact that I am holding a container of Parmesan Garlic tenders. Don't get me wrong, they were very tasty -- just not what I was expecting. And it makes me wonder -- did I really say "Honey Mustard" or had I said "Parmesan Garlic" because that was the sauce I was thinking about as I approached? Or did the guy behind the table read my mind as I was thinking about the Parmesan Garlic?