Perfect & Flawless
Sometimes a public footservant like me just has to accept that his customer is perfect and flawless. Take the customer-mistress who is approaching me right now, for example. She is perfect, from the hairs on her head to the stitches in her socks. How could a lowly humble-head like me not be in awe of someone like this?!
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| A perfect young businesswoman heads confidently towards me | 
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| She is perfection, from head to socked toe! | 
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| I am in awe of her as she stands in front of me | 
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| I realise there is more intelligence in a single stitch of her socks than there is in the whole of my humble head! | 
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| She presents me with her right shoe and haughtily orders me to kiss it | 
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| Even an alien from outer space would recognise that a lowly creature like me should be kissing the feet of a superior being like her! | 
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| She knows that I am vastly inferior to her as well! | 
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| 'Stop staring at my sock, boy! Concentrate on kissing my shoe!' | 
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. I obey you, madam!' I lower my gaze. | 
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| How DARE I look up at her superior sock... | 
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| ...the sock of a perfect and flawless human being! | 
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| Disgusted with my behaviour, she turns her back on me and walks away | 
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| I keep my humble head bowed in shame behind her shoes and socks... | 
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| ...though it's hard not to look at her socks - they are so perfect! | 
 
 
