Long Time, No Serve





































It's been a long time since I last had the honour of serving Ms Florica's feet. She's a bit fatter than I remember, but still, apparently, able to fit into the same blue and white tracksuit top she always wore! Same short grey anklesocks as well, unless I'm very much mistaken (and I rarely am when it comes to something as important as my customers' socks) - though worn with a lovely-looking pair of almost new, pink and white sneakers which I definitely haven't served before on her feet.

She doesn't ask me how I've been. Why would she? After all, I'm just a common or garden public humble head. So I am basically just expected to resume where I left off all those years ago i.e. lickshining her shoes.

She leaves me exactly as she had found me - in silence, as befits a superior customer-mistress dealing with an inferior, down-in-the-dirt, public humble head. I mean nothing to her. And rightly so!

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