Broken Promise
'Clean my sneakers, slave. I'm off on my holidays with my boyfriend tomorrow, so I need you to spruce them up for me!'
'Yes, miss. At once, miss.'
'What about you, slave? Are you goin' anywhere nice this year?'
'Oh no, miss. Begging your pardon, miss. I'm just a slave, miss, and must stay here and lickshine people's shoes, miss, if you will forgive me, miss?'
'Suppose so. Never mind, slave! If you like I'll come back after I return from my holiday so that you can at least taste where I have been on the soles of my sneakers?'
'Oh pray, mistress! Oh thanking you kindly, miss! God bless you, mistress!'
'Now shut up and get on with lickshining my dirty sneakers, stupid slave! I've got to text all my friends and let them know where I'm going!'
'Yes, miss. I apologise miss.'
She didn't speak to me again, simply turning and walking away when she was eventually satisfied with my efforts on her shoes, and still seemingly engrossed in the contents of her phone. Furthermore she never did come back to visit me again. Much too busy, I expect.