Almost Perfect
The pretty, tomboyish customer-mistress is perfect in almost every way as I kiss-respect her clog-style shoes out on the street - except that she isn't wearing socks! Fortunately for me, however, her two friends who are watching from nearby are wearing socks - creased, white socks in the case of the female observer and smart grey socks in the case of the manly master-sir - so I still get to serve feet down amongst the socks of my betters!
Meanwhile I overhear the master-sir chuckling to his female companion in the poncho and baseball cap:
'Hehe... the humble head has to kiss Rowena's shoes... hehe... what a loser! What a dork!'
His equally bemused companion quips (in a distinctly East European accent):
'Haha... yes, he is like the tiny head-fool! A kisser of the girls' feet! Haha!'
Meanwhile I overhear the master-sir chuckling to his female companion in the poncho and baseball cap:
'Hehe... the humble head has to kiss Rowena's shoes... hehe... what a loser! What a dork!'
His equally bemused companion quips (in a distinctly East European accent):
'Haha... yes, he is like the tiny head-fool! A kisser of the girls' feet! Haha!'