Inconsequential
Much as I would very much like to get to know the pretty customer-mistress as she steps up onto the public-shoelick chair of power in front of me, I must remember that I am an inconsequential being to her - as she so eloquently demonstrates by choosing to answer her phone, rather than speak to me, as she settles herself down onto the chair high above me!
A goddess approaches the public shoelick-chair |
As she steps up onto the chair directly in front of my kneeling face, I'd love to get to know her... |
...and her boots... |
...and socks! |
Oh to be the full-time, personal servant of these pretty boots and socks! |
But I mean nothing to this bright, young woman - as evidenced by her preferring to take a call on her phone, rather than chatting with me! |
Indeed no words have passed between the customer-mistress and me - only my tongue on her bootleather! |
I am therefore humiliatingly reminded of just how inconsequential I am... |
...to my superior customers! |
I can hear a man's voice on the other end of the phone. Her boyfriend, presumably? |
Meanwhile, I simply continue to lickshine the customer's boots below her socks |
I'm a nothing and a nobody; a mere tongue in the crowd; an inconsequential licker of other people's boots and shoes. |