This time around, on our way to Sevilla, we noticed a new olive market. Fresh olives of every shape and size. Unfortunately, my photo wasn't pleasantly timed. The salesperson was on her mobile phone as she worked. A woman walked over and said in Spanish, "I want a taste," as she reached over the glass, dipped her fingers in one of the tubs and scooped out an olive. She licked her fingers and walked away leaving me, the salesperson, and the woman on a nearby bench in stunned silence.
I didn't buy any olives.
(Click the images for a closer look at what I witnessed.)
|WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO PLEASE MAY I?|
|IBERIAN HAM. I DIDN'T SEE ANYONE HELP THEMSELVES TO A SLICE|
— OR AN ENTIRE HAM.
|IF THE FINGER FOOD HAS TURNED YOU OFF,|
YOU COULD ALWAYS BUY AN IBERIAN HAM PILLOW. CLASSY, HUH?
Ain't there no decency left?