Spain’s school for waiters! Flan with élan?
Okay gentlemen, listen up. You’re all here because you were accepted at Fancypants University! Good old FU, the best school for waiters in all of Spain.
You look muy bueno in your festive outfits, with your tablecloths folded over your arms.
What kind of entertainment, you ask?
Well, out that door there just behind the little-bitty guy in purple – no offense, Shrimpy – we have some farm animals. Chickens, sheep and oh yes, maybe a few pissed-off 2,000-pound steam-snorting bulls with big-ass pointed horns. Don’t worry, they’re harmless.
So let’s see, you three guys in front, head on outside and unfurl those flashy red tablecloths, and wave them at the bulls to get their attention, so we can get started.
By the way, Shrimpy, did you remember to fill out your Next of Kin form? Oh, no special reason….
Spanish bullfighter Miguel Angel Perera (C) waits for the start of a bullfight in Gijon August 13, 2009. REUTERS/Eloy Alonso