At first, I ignore you, like I would at any given day. Im scrolling through my phone, snapping my flip flops loudly against my soft soles, and you sit quietly under the table like an obedient foot slut. I finally notice you drooling over my feet. I remind you what a foot bitch you are and you don't deserve anything else but to be underneath my flip flops, licking my sweaty summer feet and my dirty flips flops.