Smell The Coffee
It is with some trepidation that you observe the stony-faced, backpacker mistress walking towards you with her scuzzy, white sneakers and black, calf-length socks. But you remind yourself that you must respect and admire the footwear of all your betters – however unkempt and vile tasting that footwear may turn out to be. For you are just a slave!
The backpacker mistress herself reminds you of your lowly status in life, crouching down to point out the areas of copious dirt on her sneakers, and to inform you that if you don’t make an effort to ‘get it all off’ she will have you whipped! You therefore do your very best and, to be fair, the surly backpacker-girl helps you greatly by rolling each sneakered foot in turn around your outstretched tongue.
When she is finally satisfied with your humble efforts, she crouches down once again to mock you to your face, asking you if you like the taste of her backpacker sneaker-dirt in your mouth? Pathetically, you confirm that you do, though, secretly, you were rather hoping that she might offer you the dregs from her takeaway coffee cup to help wash away the utterly foul taste of backpacker-girl sneaker mud! But as a sign of her utter young-womanly contempt for you she simply pours away the dregs of her coffee and then drops her used coffee cup onto the ground in front of you. It means you can smell the coffee, but you can’t taste it. It is well out of your reach!
As this girl is – for she is way higher up the Gynarchy social scale than you can ever hope to be! Which is also why the Gynarchy Police shall punish you later for her litter sullying the town square – and rightly so!
