'Slave, where is Bridge Street?'
'Oh pray mistress, if it pleases you mistress, if you would care to kindly continue walking down this current street, Bridge Street will be the third street on your left, madam.'
'Kiss my feet, slave.'
'Yes, madam. At once, madam.'
It's nice to be of assistance to my betters, and to have the humbling opportunity to kiss the superior lady's feet!
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A superb member of the female public approaches me |
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'Slave, where is Bridge Street?' |
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'Oh pray mistress, if it pleases you mistress, if you would care to kindly continue walking down this current street, Bridge Street will be the third street on your left, madam.' |
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'Kiss my feet, slave.' |
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'Yes, madam. At once, madam.' |
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This lady is clearly not one for small talk with a public footslave... |
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...but who cares when you get the humbling opportunity to kiss her feet? |
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I admire her purple socks as I taste her white-rubbery sneaker toes |
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She watches me, condescendingly... |
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...as befits a superior viewing an inferior |
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And they don't get much inferior than me - a public humble-head! |
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What an honour, what a privilege for the likes of lowly me to not only give this superb lady directions, but to also get to kiss her sneakers into the bargain! |
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I am eternally grateful to her, as she moves off towards Bridge Street without any further comment |
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She despises me - and rightly so! |
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Just as I worship her! |
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The feet of my infinite better! |