Unperturbed
This bright and intelligent customer-mistress is seemingly unperturbed by the heavy rainfall. She simply wants her shoes to be lickshined by me, the local public footslave – so lickshined they shall be!
Note how I get a wonderfully close-up and privileged view of a crease in her short, white sneaker-sock. Oh how I would love to aske her about her sock-crease, and whether it perturbs her? I suspect it doesn’t – and that she is, indeed, blissfully unaware of it, as any normal human-being would be! What perturbs me, however, is that I feel responsible for her sock – being a footslave – and I therefore wish I had the means to straighten her sock for her. But, as you can see, my hands are effectively ‘tied’, being buried in a concrete wall along with the rest of me up to the neck!
In any case, the young woman soon walks off without a word about her socks; or, indeed, without saying a word about anything. She would never dream of conversing with a lowly, public humble head such as myself. She is too good to speak to the likes of me – and she knows it!
I lower my head in shame at my sock-straightening impotence as she leaves me to rot in the rain.
What’s that you say? I should have used my menial mouth to straighten her sock? Sadly, my mouth is not permitted to touch my customers’ socks – not without their express permission. And, as we have already established, such permission was not forthcoming from the beautiful wearer of the creased sock, since she was completely unperturbed by it!
