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!