Sock it to 'em

Mr E has successfully acquired a job with the cheese sellers and, as of this very weekend, the only waxed jackets he will be selling will be the ones that softly seal the cheddar wheels. Mr (macaron-)E has much to learn. But I know that the qualifications with which he won the job were not really those he boasted of on his CV; he has been employed for the exact same reason that finds you here reading about him, because he is a likeable young chap with an easy nature. Easy, though perhaps not honest…

Shortly before finishing his job in the iconic garment store he might have been down in the storeroom (where he had checked there were no watchful eyes), and whilst down there he might have been found adding a pair of socks to his outfit. Underpaid and overworked he had decided that the hours he spent serving customers, hours on his feet, had merited him his little bonus. And so like a noble character from a favourite book, released from servitude by clothing, he has taken the socks as a sign of his freedom. Before you judge him, spend a day in his shoes.