Self-Assured
The bright, young blonde woman –a smoker – seems very self-assured as she strides towards me in order to have her brown leather boots lickshined. As well she might do, for she knows full well that she is my infinite better, and that it is a privilege for the likes of me to taste where her boots have been.
Not a word passes between us as she is much too haughty to talk to such a lowly creature as myself, and likewise I am not good enough to converse with her. She merely looks down upon me through her pretty nose as I taste her bootdirt. And rightly so!