Holiday Talk
It's near dusk and Old Rusty Neck, the public shoelick, is having to listen to a bright and attractive customer-mistress tell him all about the wonderful holiday she's just had with her boyfriend abroad - the sun; the sand; the sea; the sex! She is, of course, completely oblivious to the fact that Old Rusty Neck, being a common slave, has never had a holiday - and never will. He must work on his public shoelick stall - licking shoes - 365 days a year; just as he has done for the past 70 years.
The closest he ever gets to being on holiday is when he tastes the foreign dirt affixed to his customers' shoesoles - such as now, when he is tasting the tropical island sand residue on the wedged, cork soles of the young woman's holiday sandals. He feels privileged to do so, though a part of him wishes he was also a trained footlick so that he might taste the young woman's pedicured toes. He can smell her residual, holiday footsweat!
The closest he ever gets to being on holiday is when he tastes the foreign dirt affixed to his customers' shoesoles - such as now, when he is tasting the tropical island sand residue on the wedged, cork soles of the young woman's holiday sandals. He feels privileged to do so, though a part of him wishes he was also a trained footlick so that he might taste the young woman's pedicured toes. He can smell her residual, holiday footsweat!
