The Whites Of Their Socks
I may not get to see the whites of my customers’ eyes, but I
do get to see the whites of their socks. Very much so!
Here you see me admiring the whites of a smart, young businesswoman’s socks.
Staring at the whites of a smart businesswoman's socks as I kiss-respect her smart businesswoman shoes |
Staring at socks is all I am good for |
My humbling view of the customer-mistress's sock whites |
I admire the way the light and the shade dances off her socks... |
...and how the individual lines of stitching follow the contours of her shapely, female foot |
White socks are always very special |
They show up any dirt or dust... |
...whilst beautifying the customer's foot |
What a great privilege it is for a lowly, public footservant such as myself to be so up-close and personal... |
...with the white socks of such a powerful and fabulous young woman! |
I have no desire to look her in the eyes... |
...only in her socks |
I am not worthy to even think of this smart young woman above her socks! |
My only regret is that I rarely, if ever, get to kiss the white socks of my betters |
My lowly lips are considered unworthy of such an honour! |
Which is why it is all the more remarkable that my equally lowly eyes are permitted to feast on such white-sock delights! |
Socks!...Socks!...Socks!...Socks!...Socks!... All is SOCKS! |
I live my life amongst the socks of my superiors1 |