My friend Selly and I embarked on a lengthy trek today. Following this extended stroll, which left our feet damp with sweat, we longed for nothing more than to return home and place our pungent socks on our doormat’s face. We promptly contact him, expressing our gratitude for his fortunate presence and the delightful experience that awaits him. He eagerly removes Selly’s shoes, revealing a double layer (sock and nylon stocking) designed to enhance her foot’s perspiration. Selly insists that he remove the sock for an unobstructed whiff of the most potent scent. He inhales deeply, expressing his appreciation as Selly massages and grinds her feet against his face before relinquishing this doormat to me. He carefully removes my boots, and soon my dainty socks are securely fastened against his nostrils. Now he is surrounded by four feet worth of fragrance while we clench his face tightly until we crave coffee, directing him to the kitchen to prepare it for us.