Bread & Butter
The vast majority of my esteemed customers on the dirty sink-estate where I work as a public feetlick wear sneakers and socks. You could say that sneakers and socks are my bread and butter!
Note how the customer-mistress doesn’t speak to me or acknowledge me in any way – other than to shove her sneakered foot in front of my face. That’s because she knows she is better than me and to her I’m just a piece of street furniture – a thing that lickshines her sneakers whilst she is conversing with her boyfriend on the phone.
Note too how the ground has become stained beneath my face from the dirty soles of my many previous customers. Even when I am not actively serving my betters I must stare at their residual sneaker dirt. Truly I am a nothing and a nobody!