In Broad Daylight
Unlike the previous customer’s boots, this next young woman’s black leather boots have no need of a lickshining. They are already highly polished and clean looking. And so she has no need to bark down any orders at me, since she knows the default position of any public footservant, when presented with a boot or shoe, is to kissit.
Humblingly, even her bright blue bootsock looks smarter, more intelligent, and worth more than me. I expect that’s also what the passing delivery man was thinking as he watched me kiss-respect a bright young woman’s off-duty, uniform boots in broad daylight!