Esteemed Company Of A Hoodie

As it turns out, regular customer Ms Mukta madam isn’t the only customer to venture out in the rain tonight, though admittedly the rain has eased somewhat by the time my next late-night visitor, wearing a protective hoodie, deigns to approach me. A stranger this time, but nonetheless to be held in the highest esteem by me, as are all my customers!

It's later that same night and darker, though the rain has eased somewhat, when my next hoodie-wearing customer emerges

She walks confidently towards me through the lonely gloom

Her WHITE SNEAKERS and SOCKS stop directly in front of me as if to look at me...

...before the rain-splashed RIGHT SNEAKER is unceremoniously shoved in front of my public-footslave face!

As is usual with my customers, regulars and strangers alike, the LEFT FOOT then follows

I humbly kiss the extended SNEAKER down amongst the freshly-watered weeds

The hoodie-wearer, naturally, looks down upon me with contempt...

...as she continues to switch her FEET periodically in front of my face

'Look at the SOCK, slave!...

...Study the pattern in the STITCHING!'

'Yes, pretty mistress...

...I obey you, pretty mistress madam. Your SOCK is fabulous, miss, like YOU are, miss?'

Better to be a SOCK-FLATTERER than a CUSTOMER-DISPLEASER, in my book!