It's early morning, and I am rudely awoken by the familiar feet of regular customer-master, master Simon sir, and his lovely wife, Ms Mukta madam. Indeed, master Simon sir has to angrily kick me awake with his loafers and expresses disappointment that I was not already awake and ready to serve my betters. He says if he had his way a public footservant like me would never be permitted to sleep on the job! I hastily beg the master sir's forgiveness and set about kiss-respecting his feet in front of his wife, before he gallantly makes way for her. Unusually, Ms Mukta madam is wearing brown leather sandals with her socks, and she kindly explains that she and her husband are heading off to a music festival to see some of their favourite bands. She mockingly asks me who my favourite band are, and, of course, I am obliged to politely and respectfully inform the mistress (in between my humble kisses to her socked toes) of what she already knows full well - which is that I don't ha...