Magnificent Mocking Visitor-Mistress Ms Mukta Madam
Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam has come to visit me, and to mock me, in my new pitch. She begins by asking me how I am liking it – being enslaved in such a rundown part of town? I humbly reply that I am liking it, but not that much, if the mistress would be so kind and understanding towards me, since the area is very busy, and I am having to lickshine many more pairs of passing dirty shoes and boots than I had to in my previous smokers’ corner.
I then go on to compliment Ms Mukta Madam on her choice of grey sock, as I very much admire the weave of the sock. But she tells me to ‘shut the f**k up and get on with lickshining her dirty sneakers, since I am just a helpless head-in-the-wall who is not even fit to look at a superior young woman’s plain and ordinary, grey socks.’
Duly rebuked, I do as I am told, and then must watch forlornly as the socks that are too good for me disappear from view, off towards the bright lights of the big city. At least I have the memory of them emblazoned on my menial mind!