Failure to Please
‘Where’s the nearest 24/7 drugstore aroun’ here, an’ that, slave?’
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, pray forgive me mistress. This slave does not know the answer to the mistress’s question, miss, on account of his being just a stupid head in the wall, miss, who never goes anywhere, miss, begging your pardon miss.’
‘Tch! I aksed you a question, an’ that slave! Is you fick, or somefing? Where’s the nearest drugstore?!’
‘Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please don’t hurt me, miss. I’m stupid miss. I don’t know miss. I’m just a slave!’
‘Tch! F***wit!’
The bright young woman storms off, quite rightly cursing me and turning her back on me like the useless piece of garbage that I am. I feel embarrassed at my ignorance and inability to answer her perfectly reasonable question. I am a slave, and I have failed to please my customer-mistress. I should be ashamed of myself.