“How Callous of Seymour Toze”

How Callous of Seymour Toze.

Seymour Toze couldn’t help hearing a woman’s strident voice. He struts toward the stockroom of “Into Leather” shoe store. As he turns around to sees who she is. Judging by her booming voice, he pictures her as being fiftyish, full figured to put it tactfully. When hesees her , Seymour discovers he was pretty much right. He figured she would be dressed conservatively. 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 stretched over her good sized hips. She wore sandals. Her clothing choice made as much , to Seymour, as wearing a gown to a fast food place.

“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.”

“My pleasure ” Toze replies with a joyful smile The customerknew he meant exactly what he meant pleasure.

She removes her right sandal and Seymour Toze instantly saw what she was referring to. 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.