Are the boots worth the Polish? may be not

Are the boots worth the polish?

On my way away from the temple I grab an icecream in a cone. As I approach the station I notice this bundle in the corner, actually it is a person, a woman. she has created her buisness premises consisting of 3 sides of cardboard sheets inside which she is sitting with various shoe_shine implements. My initial desire was to photograph her, but she is so small and shrivelled that I dont have the heart and later also notice there is a No Photograph sign behind her. I am not going to give her money, if she has gone through the trouble of setting up her store for god knows how many years (or decades, i could well imagine her having been there as a little girl) I will give her some business. so I approach her with by now tatty looking boots whose top "leather" layer has worn off in place follwing time in clay walks of Ugandan hills. She is so shrivelled and her back so crooked that she is sort of up to my knee caps!, and is busy scribbling on a bit of paper, love to know what, may be she is calculating her entire fortune, who knows she probably owns a fair portion of the national stock exchange. (I will tell you about a similar woman I met in UK once)

Any way she begins to attend to my boots while mumbling throughout the episode, I imagine she is pretty disgusted being given such a poor task as my damaged boots, she occasionally uses the sharp end of a tooth brush handle to prize out little pebbles still stock to the top of my boots. She kind of polishes the boots while I am feeding bits of ice cream cone to another crippled creature, a one legged pigeion. I am flush with my good fortune being announced by the deity so I am sharing it out the best that I can. The sho polish sets me back 500 yen, and woth every minute of her attention using her crippled, boney, hardly mobile, boot polish stained little fingers.