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?!
A perfect young businesswoman heads confidently towards me |
She is perfection, from head to socked toe! |
I am in awe of her as she stands in front of me |
I realise there is more intelligence in a single stitch of her socks than there is in the whole of my humble head! |
She presents me with her right shoe and haughtily orders me to kiss it |
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! |
She knows that I am vastly inferior to her as well! |
'Stop staring at my sock, boy! Concentrate on kissing my shoe!' |
'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. I obey you, madam!' I lower my gaze. |
How DARE I look up at her superior sock... |
...the sock of a perfect and flawless human being! |
Disgusted with my behaviour, she turns her back on me and walks away |
I keep my humble head bowed in shame behind her shoes and socks... |
...though it's hard not to look at her socks - they are so perfect! |