Stop making your toreadors pretty and well adjusted!
They should be WET, they should be MISERABLE, their mascara should be RUNNING, they should be contemplating suicide until they catch a glimpse of a newly opened mexican restaurant’s brightly colored frontage in the reflection of a car dealer’s window and become transfixed by the promise of $2 for a plate of “Fried Beans Anne Rice” before they realise that they will never be able to taste such a succulent meal ever again (and for such a good price!) and are launched into the throes of an even worse depression than before