Chagrin

Sometimes, to my enormous chagrin, potential pretty customers will stand directly in front of my confined face, but will choose not to use me to have their fabulous footwear kissed or licked - leaving my menial mouth and tongue feeling bereft!

Still, at least at such deeply humiliating times, I can get a good view of their socks!

Frustratingly ignoring me, with one of the pretty potential customers even turning her back on me!

They are totally engrossed in their female conversation high above me - a conversation to which I am not a party!

All I can do, therefore, is study my betters' socks...

...such FABULOUS socks!

I discreetly look up at the backs of the socks of the girl who is standing closest to my feckless, male face

I look up to her purple socks both literally and figuratively...

...for they are the socks of my female better...

...as are her interlocutor's socks1

Socks! Socks! Socks!... All is socks!


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