I opted for a brief respite, spending a few days in the mountains at my friend Gabriella’s cabin to unwind. Following a day of exploration in the woods, we return to her abode and ascend the staircase towards the bedroom for some well-deserved rest. A peculiar green object protruding from the staircase railing catches my eye, prompting Gabriella’s amused explanation – it’s her shoeshiner! Indeed, beneath the green cover lies the head of her shoeshine slave, eagerly extending his tongue for our boots’ cleaning before we reach the bedrooms. A commendable service!
We promptly oblige, handing over our boots to be licked and polished by his formidable tongue, ensuring every inch, including the soles, is thoroughly cleaned. Upon completion, we tuck him back under the small, green blanket, then proceed to our bedrooms for a much-needed rest.