Good Will
Oh joy! Oh bliss! Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam has stopped by me in her jogging gear in order to have her running sneakers kiss-respected whilst she refreshes herself with her bottled water. Oh the white socks! The creases and folds! The stitches! The sweat! Truly I am not worthy to be in the presence of such feminine white sock greatness!
As she turns to jog off, she laughs at me and calls me a loser. And rightly so, for that is self-evidently what I am. A loser in life – unable to move even a menial muscle thanks to my cruel immurement, and entirely dependent on the good will and generosity of young women like Ms Mukta to stop by and show me their socks as they go about their superior busy lives.
And as for Ms Mukta Madam – what a winner!