If the back leg of a giraffe can get away with charging €600 for moonlighting as a tarantula, then it does make you wonder whether the War For Oil slur (apologies, anyone?) was nothing more than a genuine case of mistaken identity.
Coming back into town this afternoon on Renfe after one of these, we heard the intercom voice say “Correspondencia con metro y bocadillos de la Generalitat,” I swear it.