The Customer Is Always Right

When a customer complains that I have failed to properly lickshine the tops of her boots, the Law states that I must humbly and profusely apologise to her and invite her to report me to the municipal authorities for a whipping, even though it is physically impossible for me to reach her upper boots due to my confined neck.

That’s because a customer mistress or master is always right!

Of course, the irony is that, even if I had somehow managed to reach the tops of her fabulous black leather boots with my bootcleaning tongue, I would instead have been reported and whipped for the ‘crime’ of looking at a customer above her socks! 

A pretty customer complains most vociferously about my failure to lickshine her upper boots

It is physicaly impossible for my tongue to reach her upper bootleather...

...but still I must apologise for my failure to satisfy her...

...and take my punishment like a slave...

...i.e. with humility and contrition

For the customer is always right!


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