It's My Loss


Today I am visited by my erstwhile regular customer, Ms Lola madam. It must be more than 20 years ago that I last had the privilege of kissing her sneakers, when she was a young woman in her twenties. Now she is a forty something, but she still looks fabulous!

She mocks me for still being here – still kissing feet – and she asks me if I’ve missed her? I humbly confirm that I have, and she laughs at me again!

My distant memories of serving a 20-something Ms Lola

I remember vividly her dirty sneakers and white socks!

Her socks, in particular, will forever be emblazoned on my menial mind!

What a privilege it was to serve her all those years ago!

And it still is!

Her footwear is less scruffy now...

...but she clearly still has a penchant for sneakers and socks!

She has switched to wearing black socks - at least for today!

Whatever their colour, Ms Lola's socks will always hold a place in my heart!

I love her socks - always have; always will!

She laughs at me...

...and in particular the fact that I am still kissing feet all these years later, and in the very same spot...

...whilst she has moved on with her life...

...and is now a happily married, middle-aged goddess!

I hang my head in shame at the thought of my lowly life

Oh what might have been - if I'd been deemed good enough!

I might have been the personal servant of Ms Lola's socks all these years...

...instead of having to rely on my menial memories of serving her in her prime!

It's my loss! I wonder if it will be another 20 years until I see her socks again?


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