Public

What would you do if you saw me in public? Would you stay your distance and admire from afar, our would you come volunteer yourself for public humiliation? Imagine me pulling into a gas station, and you approach me at the pump. On one knee you would submit, but after a quick kick from my boot you would be on both knees, begging for mercy! Pleading for me to give you forgiveness in your own town. I wouldn't, id lay you flat on the concert and use you as a foot stool while I use your money to fill my tank. Or at a store, you peeking down every isle I'm down like I wouldn't notice. In all reality I would destroy you. I would start throwing you into shelves, knocking over gallons of paint on to you. Then make you lick the paint up in front of a growing crowd. You walk up to me, nicely and respectfully as can be, I still wouldn't be nice. The second I notice you looking at me your heart sinks, its like your stomach just consumed your entire torso inside out. The look in my eye drops you straight to your knee. Making you lick my boots in front of everyone around. Nothing can save your dignity when the growing crowd starts chanting in support to see you make a fool of yourself. I'll take your face into the carpet of my truck and have you eating the crumbs and dirt so I don't get my boots dirty again. Of course if have to put my boot on the back of your head to make sure you aren't trying to get out of it. Suck up all the dirt like a vacuum. You will be lucky if you get done with your tasks with enough day light to find your vehicle. Imagine how it would be, on your knees, handing me cash, and as you prepare to lick my boot, my foot raises to your face, then slams into you leaving the ever lasting imprint onto your ugly face, imagine the laughs people will share at your expense. Maybe with a nice tribute I would write a full scenario out for you, and yes I will meet in public if the price is right.