I often wonder what my customers really think of me as they use me in the train station corridor.
This current pretty customer-mistress makes her feelings perfectly plain:
'You just a damn slave. You garbage. You a moron. I better than you. You kiss my feet, dirty slave!'
This bright young Asian woman is very astute, for every one of those statements about me is, of course, entirely correct!
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Some customers can be inscrutable... |
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...but not this one! |
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As she stands in front of me she tells me exactly what she thinks of me! |
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'You just a damn slave. You garbage. You a moron. I better than you. You kiss my feet, dirty slave!' |
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She's right, of course - on all counts! |
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I am honoured to kiss the feet of such a self-evidently superior young woman! |
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Even her socks are better than me (something which she didn't mention!) |
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I admire her white socks immensely as I kiss her shiny, black loafer shoeleather |
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And when she switches feet in front of me, her right sock is every bit as impressive as the left sock! |
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What an honour! What a privilege! To pay my slavish respects to the shoes and socks of such a superb goddess! |
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And a goddess who knows exactly what she thinks of me... |
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...which is not much! |
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Her pretty head is now, no doubt, full of triumphalist thoughts. And rightly so! |
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Whilst my menial mind remains focussed on her shoes and socks - again, rightly so! |
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What I'm actually thinking about right now, is how much I would love to accompany those socks to heel... |
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...and serve them for the rest of my humble days! |