City Slacker
It’s late at night, and a customer-mistress has caught me trying to catch up on 40 winks. She angrily kicks me on the side of my face to wake me up:
‘WHY YOU ARE SLACKING, SLAVE? WHY YOU ARE NOT WORKING? ALL THE TIME YOU MUST BE LICKSHINING SHOES, ISN’T IT? YOU CLEAN MY FEET!’
Though it pains me to say it, this bright and astute young woman with the foreign accent is perfectly correct! It is my duty to lickshine the dirty shoes and boots of the local populace; and I am supposedly never off duty. I should be grateful to her for alerting me to my slacking, and must demonstrate my gratitude by instantly obeying her haughty, late-night command to ‘clean her feet’!
I am certainly not permitted to answer her back!