"Okay, slave, what were you planning to do today after you got some new shoes?" Derek asked.
"I was going to head over to Summer Football Practice at the U."
"I bet you'll see a lot of bare feet in the showers," Derek grinned.
"Probably, Master."
"Well, lets get you some new shoes." Derek puts the size 18 shoes on the jock. He has to force them on. The seams bulge. "Wish we had a bigger pair." The jock's face is contorted in pain.
The buzzer sounds, Jerry the other sales man is back from lunch.
"Hey, Jer', this guy is like a size 20, maybe 22, all I could find was a pair of size 18's."
"Well, try the display model in the window. I think they look like they're that big. We got a new model display this morning from UPS."
Derek gets the display Nike's out of the window, while Jerry punches the time clock.
"These look more like size 25 than 20," he says, "But maybe they'll fit better than those. Let's see." Derek pulls the shoes off the jock. The jock sighs in relief, and flexes his giant stockinged feet.
"Now, in you go."
The huge foot vanishes into the giant shoe, Derek is startled to feel the jocks toe push against the end of the shoe. The jock gulps, something just happened. Derek pulls the shoe off to reveal a perfect size 25 right foot next to a size 20 left foot.
"Please Master, make them the same size."
"Well, if you insist." He plunges both the jock's feet into the display shoes.
"Okay, slave, take the shoes off, take the socks off. Give me the socks and your old flip flops, and put the shoes back on. Then, go to the sales man at the register and pay him for the shoes. Walk to the corner, and wait for me. I'll be along in a few minutes."
Derek disappears into the back room with the flip flops, and socks. The jock does as he was told.
"Thanks, Mr. McNamara," Jerry says as the jock leaves the store, and Derek emerges from the back room.
"McNamara, I wonder what your first name is?" mutters Derek. Loudly, he says,"Jerry, I'm goin' to lunch now. I also have to run a few errands, so I might be a little late getting back."
"No sweat it's a Thursday. Big Foot's purchase met our daily quota for a Thursday." The quota for slow day's was $200.00 the cost ($160 for the sales clerks, and $40 for rent and overhead).
"How much were those shoes?"
"Three Fifty. Take a long lunch."
"Thanks, Jer."
As he walked out the door, he could see the jock dutifully waiting at the street corner.