My Million And Oneth Pair

This is, approximately, the one million and oneth pair of SNEAKERS it has been my privilege to kiss respect during my long life of public foot-servitude, not that anyone is counting!

The one million and oneth pair of SNEAKERS to use me are fast approaching my permanently confined face...

...and how appropriate that these landmark SNEAKERS are being worn by a young woman in a tracksuit!

The SNEAKERS stop in front of face, so that I can get a good look at them...

...before the RIGHT SNEAKER-TOE is shoved towards my menial, municipal mouth...

...swiftly followed by the LEFT, of course!

So far, so ordinary-everyday!

This is what I do all day (and sometimes all night) - I kiss the FEET of my BETTERS...

...as they repeatedly switch FEET in front of my face!

'Keep your humble head low, slave...

...And DON'T look above the SOCK!'

You'd think, wouldn't you, that after kissing a million and one pairs of SNEAKERS, I would remember NOT to look above the accompanying SOCKS?

But actually, such oft-barked words are a timely reminder to me of my lowliness, and get me to thinking: if I've kissed a million pairs of SNEAKERS, how many billions of SOCK STITCHES must I have studied over the years?


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