Redundant

A happy young couple, who are self-evidently very much in love, cavort and canoodle with one another high above me on the sink-estate walkway late at night, seemingly oblivious to my very existence. And rightly so, for my only purpose in being here is if they wish their superior feet to be kiss-respected which, at the moment, is clearly the farthest thing from their minds!

I am, therefore, to all intents and purposes currently redundant in this situation, other than the default legal requirement that I must humbly and respectfully study my betters’ footwear whilst they are standing in front of me. But unless this superb couple decide otherwise, I can only look, and not touch!

It's late at night and the sink estate is quiet, apart from courting couples like the ones standing in front of me

They are clearly very much into one another...

...as I am totally ignored by them both as they cavort and canoodle above me

Indeed, I am obliged to merely focus on their FEET and FOOTWEAR...

...as befits a public footservant in the presence of his BETTERS!

I humbly look up towards the young woman's SOCKS, silently and respectfully counting the CREASES...

...and then the number of individual STITCHES in each SOCK CREASE

I'm pathetic like that!

But, right now, there is nothing else for me to do, other than glance admiringly also over towards the master-sir's BOOTS!

The mighty BOOTS of a mighty MAN!

And certainly a much better man than me, to have 'pulled' a beautiful young woman such as this!

Indeed, I can't help feeling that I am unworthy to even be in the presence of this superior couple's BOOTS and SHOES!

I mean, I am literally lower than the young woman's CREASED SOCKS...

...and seemingly fit only to stare her in the SNEAKER SOLE!


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