Goddess Deserving Of Respect

Sometimes all I need to see is a slither of my customer's sock to know that she is a goddess deserving of my footslavish respect. That, and the fact that she is picking her nose and swearing like a trooper on her phone high above me!

Make no mistake - this young woman is my infinite better and she must be respected, feared and admired by the likes of me. It is an honour to taste where she has been walking. For her part, she barely even acknowledges me, other than to shove her dirty sneaker in my face. And quite right too - I'm just a municipal humble-head!












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