Cattle calls

"Cattle call" isn't a slang term for castings for nothing. It's not just that sometimes it seems like every model in the city is there, crammed into a hallway or waiting room until it's their turn to get naked and be examined, then either earmarked for further duty or let back out to pasture. Being paraded before a panel of evaluators like a dispensable piece of livestock is only part of that analogy.

Because if there's no sign-in sheet, and there's a room full of dudes waiting nearly an hour, and suddenly a pretty blonde girl with a clipboard arrives at the door and says "Who's first?"...well then everybody kind of starts to act like a god damn farm animal. And next thing you know you're pushing and mooing up against 50 different guys in 45 different types of plaid to get to the door. A border collie could run by and I totally wouldn't be surprised.

Or Babe.