Every writer with a romantic synapse in their brain can picture themselves sitting at a café on the Left Bank, drinking an espresso or au lait while writing words that are so existentially self-referential that delusions of James Joyce and Jean-Paul Sartre can’t help but dance in their head.
No. He's ordering one so it'll be ready when he's done. Although fortunately [since we're actually rooting for the bull, right?..At least ASPCA members should be]...the Spanish barista doesn't understand him, because the bullfighter is from France and the Spanish phrase is café con leche so when he turns his head to explain, the bull sees an opening and...
OMG, you thought I was serious! It was just a joke. I know bull fighters don't have a coffee break in the middle of slaughtering a dumb, defenseless animal. They sip a sparkling white from Catalonia and get a manicure before closing in for the kill. EVERYBODY knows that!
"AU LAIT." Isn't that what the matador yells when he stabs the bull? Is he planning to take a coffee break before finishing the poor beast off?
No. He's ordering one so it'll be ready when he's done. Although fortunately [since we're actually rooting for the bull, right?..At least ASPCA members should be]...the Spanish barista doesn't understand him, because the bullfighter is from France and the Spanish phrase is café con leche so when he turns his head to explain, the bull sees an opening and...
Your move Juan..
OMG, you thought I was serious! It was just a joke. I know bull fighters don't have a coffee break in the middle of slaughtering a dumb, defenseless animal. They sip a sparkling white from Catalonia and get a manicure before closing in for the kill. EVERYBODY knows that!