An Afternoon in Santander. By CpSingleton. © 2016
‘Excuse me while we probe your tender inner organs,’ the monotoned voice warned. ‘Then we’ll decide.’
‘Is this the usual procedure when merely opening a bank account for a community project?’ I enquired with a frown.
‘To begin with, yes,’ she replied with a snakelike grin. ‘Then we see how many pens your colon can hold and how far a squirrel can claw its way up before it dies of asphyxia. Is that okay?’
‘I’m sorry, my rear is an exit point only,’ I told her, before clasping my cheeks and scuttling out.