Sitting in my office, I notice that my shoes have gotten quite dirty; working in and around a warehouse it's to be expected I suppose. And seeing as how I'm the boss, it's to be expected that I can command that the little shipping/ receiving clerk, who I've caught looking at my feet, to rectify the situation. I call him in, recanting the incident in the warehouse earlier, in which he was staring at my feet while he was kneeling on the ground to retrieve a package. DOWN ON YOUR KNEES! He does so rather willingly, almost as if he's done this before. Because I'm the boss I can use BLACKMAIL.... Show more