...in a department/army navy surplus store far far away....
I used to sell boots and shoes to rich kids from Harvard. This was during the terrible '90-'91 recession which hit the east coast like a typhoon on downers. Anyway, one of the "old timers" from the store had an obvious foot fetish. In response the store management would dangle scheduling work in the shoe department over him like a carrot in front of a horse. Invariably, the poor guy would do something stupid to piss off a customer, get yanked from shoes, take his lumps while promising to do "better" to management until he made it back into shoes, whereupon the cycle would repeat. Most entertaining.
One time I remember clearly, the guy was giving personal service to this very attractive woman, though I suspect his only interest in her was the callous free ball of her foot. He ran up and down the stairs getting one pair of shoes after another "helping" her try them on when she would allow, giving "advice", and in general being an extremely conscientious customer service representative. That is until she noticed the very obvious boner showing through his chino pants (he should have worn jeans).
That sale ended abruptly. Though she didn't complain, the entire store staff knew exactly what happened (management learned by the "trickle-up" news effect) and he was pulled from shoes to camping in nothing flat. "But I didn't do anything wrong!" he'd scream... uh huh... even management laughed at the guy. Jeesh, people are weird.
I don't know that this anecdote has much to do with leftfoot.kruo5hin.org, but I thought it might generate a chuckle or two.
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