Seymour Toze couldn’t help hearing a woman’s strident voice , as he walked toward the stock room of “Into Leather” shoe store. As he turned around to see what she looked like, judging by her full throated, booming voice, he pictured her as being fiftyish, full figured and a bit more than pleasantly plump. When he did see her , Seymour discovered he was pretty much right. He figured she would be wearing conservative clothes. To his surprise her clothes were rather loud and conspicuously youth oriented. She looked as if she raided her teenager’s closet. She wore a wool sweater with colors of royal blue, scarlet, deep purple and other bold hues that would light up even the darkest night. Her jeans were form fitting with the form bringing out in no uncertain terms her good sized hips. On her feet were sandals. Her choice of clothing seemed as right for her as wearing jeans and a tee shirt to a fancy ball.
“Never the less, however she is dressed, I wonder if she wants me to be of service to her. Yes we do our best to please the customers here.”
It was close to closing time. There wern’t that many customers there. A few couples and their small children and some women shopping together. It was clear the new woman could get the servicing she needed. She walked down the aisle directly to Seymour.
“Sir I read on the sign outside , you do pedicures here. I’m hoping you can cure me of this really painful callous near the heel of my right foot. Its really killing me. Okay…you know what I mean. Oh its so callous lol.”
Seymour Toze heard her tittering laugh and knew from the sound she was bravely putting on a happy face in the midst of a tad discomfort.
“Yes they are done there and I’m the one to do them. Please sit down in a nearby chair.”
She sat down. The shoe salesman immediately sat down directly in front of her with one knee up, as if he were proposing. The woman gushed as she noticed his gesture. She then groaned as if she were greatly pained.
“What can I do for you” he asked
“Oh this callous is so painful. It really hurts when I walk. Can you get rid of it for me. I’d be so ever grateful.”
The way the man said “my pleasure” the woman knew he meant exactly what he said with the emphasis on pleasure.
The woman removed her right sandal and Seymour Toze instantly saw what she was talking about. There it was splotchy, creamy yellow in color and outright gorgeous. Seymour never recalled seeing such a fine specimen. It would be a delight to work with her. Her callous was glorious. It was the Mona Lisa of callouses. He was so happy he went to work today. This woman’s problem was his pleasure and he was thrilled.
He didn’t want his treatment to end but he was a professional. He performed a massage with tea tee oil, a vigorous rubdown with soothing calendula and finished off with a pumice stone. It did the trick, the woman sighed a deep sigh of relief, smiled joyously and thanked him.