One of the great joys of being a public footservant –
perhaps the only joy – is that I get to meet lots of strangers.
When I say ‘meet’, I mean ‘greet’. And when I say ‘greet’, I mean their feet
and footwear. Every foot is different - every shoe; every sock; every ankle.
It is, of course, extremely rare for a superior customer mistress or master
to actually talk to me. I’m garbage!
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| A stranger approaches me - a young woman, wearing white sneakers and socks |
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| As is my customers' wont, she stops in front of me for a moment, quietly observing me in my helplessness before her |
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| Then she silently imposes her right, sneakered foot onto my menial, municipal mouth |
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| I humbly and respectfully kiss it, as I am required to do by Law |
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| I'm pleased to observe a goodly amount of her sock, thanks to the natural raising of her trouser-leg hem |
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| When she switches feet, her left sock is even more creased at the top |
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| Needless to say, I do NOT focus on her bare ankleskin above the sock. I mustn't get ideas above my station! |
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| My humbling view of the sneakered foot I am kissing - head on! |
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| I can tell stranger despises me - even though she says nothing |
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| A man casually walks past us. A real man. A proper man! |
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| Meanwhile, my customer casually switches her sneakered feet again in front of my feetkissing face |
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| What a lowly privilege! What a lowly honour... |
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| ...to be so close to a superior stranger's sock! |
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| I humbly and respectfully examine the pattern in the stitching of her white sock... |
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| ...whilst tasting where she has been! |
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| She has all the POWER. I'm just an anonymous, municipal footslave! |
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| She eventually turns to walk away with a smug, self-satisfied grin on her stranger's face |
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| She'a a winner, and I'm a loser. And she knows it! |
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| She has every reason to feel proud of herself! |
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| I, meanwhile, maintain a respectfully bowed head behind her departing feet... |
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| ...feet I have just been kissing and socks I have just been admiring! |
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| The feet and socks of yet another stranger... |
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| ...whom I have only briefly encountered... |
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| ...but whose shoes and socks shall linger long in my consciousness |
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| Especially her fabulous SOCKS! |
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| Such a shapely-socked ankle! |
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| I am such a fortunate slave! |
