As you walk into your favorite donut shop, you notice the advisory posted strategically above the door handles. You suspect this might have been their intention all along, the crafty little devils.
You care little after reading the first sentence advising they will be closed on “Saterday,” beyond the chuckle the misspelling elicits from you. You rarely venture from your one bedroom apartment on the Day of the Satyr – his servants walk the streets as men on that day. However, when the second line explains the reasoning – that these malcontented worshipers of unholy Baphomet consider the day holy, well, that just toasts your buns.
You charge right into that donut shop and you give those damned honey-glazing heathens a piece of your mind. You order the usual dozen apple fritters from them because holy shit these false pastry prophets make good fritters, but this time you don’t leave a tip.
That oughta learn those heretics.