One Good Thing
One good thing about the late-night, pretty customer-mistress seated in front of me, is that she is wearing creased, grey socks.
Or perhaps that should be 'two good things'!?
A pretty customer-mistress ignores me as I lickshine her vile-tasting sneakers |
But there are compensations - I get to see her fabulous, creased grey socks... |
...head on! |
Passers-by also tend to ignore me as I go about my degrading work |
I'm just a common-or-garden, public shoelicker... |
...and creased-sock studier! |
Just think - those sock creases indicate that the socks have probably been on the customer's feet all day... |
...the sock-slippage caused by her warm, young-womanly footsweat! |
These are truly a 'lived-in' pair of socks... |
...and I feel foolishly honoured to be so close to them! |
I know I am beneath them - literally so! |
But sock-staring and admiring is my one meagre pleasure in life. My customers' socks are my gods! |