Cinema Sock-Slavey-cum-Footrest

You may be thinking that being a sock slavey-cum-footrest in the local cinema is boring – having to kneel and study strangers’ SOCKS throughout the day, and never getting to watch the movies? But you’d be wrong! For a pathetic sock slavey like me, there is nothing more interesting than studying the diverse patterns in the stitching of my customers’ socks; every crease; every bobble; every piece of foreign fluff attached to the sock; and the way all aspects of the visible sock are affected by the wearer’s subliminal foot movements as they flex their ankle muscles.

To be honest, there is so much for me to focus on, I don’t even listen to the soundtrack of the movie. That’s how pathetically SOCK-OBSESSED I am!

I shall never get to know this pretty customer...

...only her SOCKS!

And, even then, only to look at them...

...to study the patterns in the STITCHING and the CREASES in the SOCKS

For that's all I am - a cinema sock-slavey-cum-footrest for the patrons of the cinema

I am, literally, beneath their feet...

...a convenient place for them to rest their feet on...

...whilst I silently, and reverentially, study their SOCKS!

Their SOCKS! Their SOCKS!... I am less than their SOCKS!

The pretty patron is blissfully unaware of my slavish obsession with her SOCKS

Or, if she is aware, she is not concerned about it. She has higher things to think of than me, and her SOCKS!

Such as watching the movie!

Only I need watch her SOCKS...

...and observe their CREASES

That's part of my job as a cinema sock-slavey and footrest!


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