Afterthought
Oftentimes I am just an afterthought to the superior masters and mistresses who gather around my humble head. And rightly so, for, unlike them, I am just a nothing and a nobody who licks feet and studies sock for a living.
In this scene, note how the young woman only has eyes for her manly boyfriend, and how her demeanour changes from one of love and happiness when she is looking up to him, to one of utter contempt when she is looking down on me. Again, rightly so – for he is a much better man than me; I’m just her public sneaker-licker.