The sneaky midnight shoe theif

Author – GS42

So, here’s a story of my time whilst I was working in France.

The hotel come school activity centre I worked at operated a strict no-shoes policy inside for all children. This meant that just after the reception desk, at the bottom of the grand staircase leading to all the hotel rooms, stood a wall to wall shoe rack, 3ft high, spanning all 3 walls inside the main staircase.
Now, I happened to work as a Night Porter here, which meant I was often the only person awake for the entire night. It also happened that this place, for whatever reason, lacked any form of CCTV.
Now, there were a quite often nights where work was very quiet and easy going, as everything I would usually deal with on a night had already been sorted within the first hour or so of my shift, meaning I had a good 7 hours entirely to myself to do nothing.
I’ve always had an interest in shoes and trainers, especially when they’ve belonged to somebody else prior. So, on quiet nights, I’d often go and admire the hundreds of pairs of trainers that were on offer. Usually, the offerings were fairly worn out, tatty old affairs, more often than not far too small for my UK size 9 (US 10) feet. On occasion though, we’d have groups of teenagers staying. This is where things usually got more interesting. On the weeks where there were older groups, there were once again, many pairs of battered old trainers, that had clearly been loved to within an inch of their lives, however there were also quite often some very smart, relatively new pairs left there for the world to see.
So, when I knew the coast was clear, I would go and browse the offerings with great intent, before selecting a few pairs to sample. I would then head away to somewhere secluded in the hotel and try out my samples. More often than not, I found that they either didn’t really suit me, or that, once I’d tried them myself, they weren’t really to my liking for whatever reason. These samples would then be replaced back on the racks, taking great care to ensure they were left exactly as they were found.
Sometimes, whilst browsing the shoe racks, I’d find some interesting samples, who, for whatever reason, had decided they also needed to remove their socks and leave them either in their shoes, or thrown in a ball on the floor somewhere around the shoe racks. So, these pairs were also taken for testing, along with the socks, and tried for fit. The shoes were then usually returned exactly to where they were before, just like the other pairs, however the socks never made it back. Whenever I found a pair of socks in or around the shoes, after trying them on, I’d put my pair of socks back on over the top, just to hide them away, then I’d continue to wear them for the rest of the shift as if they were my own. Of course, come the end of the shift, I couldn’t think of anything more than clocking off and running away for the night, completely forgetting I was still wearing the socks I’d found earlier in the night. Throughout the time I worked there, I must have collected well in excess of 100, maybe even 200, pairs of socks from all over the globe, much to my excitement.
Now, on other occasions, after sampling the shoes, I would take a liking to them, and so I would stash them away for the night in an area nobody else would either think to go, or be easily able to get to. They were then left there for a day to a couple of days, before I’d return to collect them from their hiding point and take them back to my room. In my room, I’d learned entirely by accident, there happened to be a hidden storage compartment that it was clear nobody knew about. The place in question happened to be the floor of the built-in wardrobe in the room. For some reason, when it was installed, the floor of the wardrobe was never secured down, leaving it able to be lifted up with ease, and providing a massive storage space underneath which worked just perfectly to store my new found treats.
Over the space of 6 months, I’d scored a good 15 – 20 pairs of ‘new’ trainers, varying from Nike, to Osiris, to Adidas, to Vans, as well as a few others in between.
Now, there was one group in particular who sticks in my mind better than all others. This was a group of teenage boys, who were staying with us for 4 nights. Now, usually I wouldn’t have noticed anything different, however it happened that one of the boys had somehow broken his right leg, and was stuck in a long leg cast, generally being pushed around in his wheelchair by his friends. He was mostly incapable of walking, but he did still get around from time to time with a pair of crutches. Wherever he went outside, he would wear either his purple Nike High Top, a brand new looking black Vans High Top, or his red Nike Janoski on his left foot, along with a cushioned trainer sock to cover his right foot. To be fair to him, it was getting late into October, and was quite cold out. Even though he was generally in a wheelchair, meaning his shoe was perfectly clean, he was not exempt from the rule of no shoes indoors. This meant, he too was required to leave his shoe downstairs by the door and move around inside shoeless. One thing I had noticed about this guy was, whenever he removed his shoe, for some reason he always removed both of his socks.
For the entire time he was there, I was always done with my required work very early into the shift, so each night I would go and investigate whatever shoe he had left, as well as his socks. It just so happened that he too was a size 9 shoe, and they fit me absolutely perfectly. His socks were also amazing, always soft and plush, occasionally slightly sweaty from the day’s activities. The socks, naturally, were always tried on, and as before, forgotten about and kept by me. It also just so happened that one of his friends was also a size 9 shoe, and had left a great pair of well worn, but still very neat blue Adidas Gazelle trainers on the rack. These were also tested, and then stored away in my secret collection, along with the white and red Bonds trainer socks he’d so carefully placed inside his shoes.
On the 3rd day of their stay, I’d noticed that broken leg guy hadn’t bothered to wear his shoe at all, choosing to be pushed around in his chair wearing just his socks on his feet. I assume it was because, for once, it happened to be nice weather outside, and he decided his non casted foot was too warm. I’ll never quite know why he did it. I had only noticed this, as he happened to be wearing bright orange Polo Ralph Lauren trainer socks, which stood out very bright against his purple leg cast.
That night, having completed my workload, I went to again investigate the shoe racks, and noticed to my surprise, that he had once again left his pair of socks from the day downstairs. So, naturally, I tried them on, and upon realising how nice they were, put my own socks over and carried on with my shift. That night though, I decided I would become a lot more daring than just taking his sweet socks. I decided, for some unknown reason, that I would take all 3 of his left shoes that had remained on the rack downstairs, knowing that they would be leaving that morning, and would likely have no time to attempt to find them. Having stashed away his shoes, I thought I’d best leave him something in return, and so instead took my own pair of socks from my feet, and carefully placed them back where his shoes had once sat. I then stuck my shoes on, still wearing his beautiful orange trainer socks, and carried on my shift as if nothing ever happened.
The morning came, and I saw the guy, sat in his wheelchair in the reception, looking very confused. He came over and said to me that his shoes were missing, and he couldn’t understand where they might have gone. I explained to him that I too was unsure what may have happened but would ensure I passed the issue onto management for them to look into. Whilst I was talking to him, I did however, notice that he clearly didn’t have any other socks to wear, and in place of his shoes, he had chosen to put on my pair of socks I’d left for him during the night. For the rest of the morning, I saw him from time to time, wheeling around with his mates, wearing only my socks on his feet, complaining to his friends that someone had stitched him up, and they’d better admit who had done it. Just before I headed back to my room to sleep ready for my next shift, I noticed the group getting back on their coach to leave. The guy in question was still wearing only my pair of socks on his feet, obviously having no other option available to him to resolve his lack of shoes.
The next night, having completed my work, I sloped off and collected my new winnings of 3 left Nike trainers, all of which were amazingly comfortable, and headed back to my room to stash them away with my other ‘new’ pairs. Come to think, I don’t think I ever did report his missing shoes to management…
Still to this day, I wear his amazing socks (they were always some nice, fairly new, branded cushioned trainer socks), and his left shoes. His red Janoski soon became my new favourite, which is by far and away still the comfiest shoe I own, even though it’s now considerably more worn. I’d love to know quite what he’d done to that shoe to make it just so comfortable, but sadly I know I’ll never find out the secret. I still frequently wear the left shoes from all the other pairs of shoes I collected whilst working there, nearly 10 years on (If you don’t know why I only wear the left ones, read my previous story). In fact, I’ve barely purchased new shoes since working there, as I’ve had so many to choose from at any given moment. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this guy, and just how cute he looked wearing my extremely well worn, sweaty socks, paired with the lack of a left shoe, whilst hopping out to his coach on his crutches to leave, knowing he was likely never going to see his shoes again.

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The shoeless wonder

Author – Evan

Me and a friend of mine were walking to a grocery store to pick up a few things a few mornings ago. When you get close to the store, you have to go down this incline. To the left of that incline was a car wash among other stores. While we were walking down the incline, my friend steps on the back of my right foot, making me fall out of my right shoe with me and my shoe rolling down the side of the incline. I stopped at the edge, but my shoe rolled of the edge and landed into the parking lot of the car wash, which was about maybe 5 feet down. “Way to lose your shoe again,” my friend said as he ran down the incline. I got up, and looked down off the edge to see that my friend was already in the parking lot, picking up my shoe. I immediately ran down the incline and met with my friend, who I noticed no longer had my shoe.
“What’d you do with my shoe dude?”
“Don’t worry about it now. Lets go get what we came for,” my friend said as we both walked towards the grocery store which was across from the parking lot. I decided to hop towards the store when I saw a friend of mine who worked there. He noticed my shoeless foot. “Bro where’s your shoe,” he tells me as we both walk into the store to buy like 3 things. After we left the store, I went and asked my friend “Dude seriously, wheres my shoe?”
“oh you’ll get it back later. Let’s keep walking.”
We were basically walking around town, passing nearby stores, neighborhoods, and whatnot. A couple of people would see me and give me odd stares at my white socked foot as I would alternate between walking and hopping. After about an hour, my friend says “I should head back.” Before he walks away, I grab him by the arm while standing on one foot with my socked foot in the air. “Not without my shoe you arent.” He pulls his arm away from me, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground, keeping my socked foot still in the air. “Nah its fun seeing you be the shoeless wonder. Its entertaining seeing you without your shoe all the time.” Before I could get up, my friend started walking away. “I got things to take care of today, we’ll hang out later. See ya you shoeless wonder.” He left me on the ground and I still didnt get my right shoe back. Wound up having to walk back home in one shoe…again

Taking my friends converse

Author – Lovetoshoeswap

One day I was over at my friends house chilling and playing some Xbox with him. After a few hours of gaming my friend said he needed to go to the toilet, at this point I noticed the pair of converse high tops lying in the corner. They looked as though they were well worn but still in reasonably good condition so I decided to see if they would fit me. To my delight they fit me perfectly and I thought well I’m having these. My friend came back to see me wearing his shoes and proceeds to ask me why. I told him that I really liked the look of them and wanted to wear them. He then said that because I took his shoes he should get to wear my shoes which were a pair of Adidas gazelles. I said that was a fair trade and gave him my shoes and he slipped into them. A while later I get ready to leave and ask him if he wants his shoes back and he tells me to keep them for a while as he took a liking to my shoes and wanted to wear them. I asked him if I could have more of his shoes sometime and he said only if he could wear some of mine. I agreed to that and headed off for home wondering what shoes of his I would go for next.

From shock to sock

Author – GS42

So, I’ve got an interesting story about me and how my life changed forever.

It all starts a few years ago, when, whilst walking home, I somehow fell down some stairs, shattering my leg in the process.
Having gotten to the hospital to hear the diagnosis, I found out I’d done the job properly, and was going to require extensive surgery to get any use of it again. For the next year, I was stuck in an Ilizarov frame from hip to toe, being able to wear nothing more than a sock on the end of my foot due to the frame holding my leg together. Eventually, I managed to progress out of the cage, and into a full leg cast instead, which, was honestly a relief, as at least I could get back to wearing normal trousers. I spent a further 3 months in the long leg casts, before eventually getting into a short cast, as the doctor said the top of my leg was now strong enough to use again. My ankle, however, was still a different story…
A further 4 months down the line, and 3 more surgeries later, my ankle had still not quite healed, however we realised I needed to start getting some proper use back into my leg otherwise it’d be forever unusable. I then began trying to walk, whilst still in the short cast, purely to get back into the habit of walking again seeing as I still had the extra protection and strength needed to help the ankle fully heal. Throughout all this time, my right foot had never seen anything more than a sock to cover it (ignoring the casts).
After what seemed like a lifetime, I was eventually told my ankle had healed as well as it ever would, and, as such, I was now able to walk “normally” (as normally as you can after such a disaster). This is where things get interesting.
Having gone to the hospital to get the final cast removed, I suddenly thought “Oh, you know what, I don’t even have anything more than a sock on me to cover my foot with when I leave here! Wait a second! I don’t actually have any right shoes anymore.” (This was because, knowing I was going to spend at least a year without use of my right foot, I’d decided to help a local charity who help amputees and people with odd sized feet out by selling single shoes. I had completely forgotten about this generous moment until I was sat, waiting for the doctor to return just after I’d had the cast removed.) Anyway, having talked to the doc some more, and been given the all clear, I got up and hobbled back to my car, wearing my favourite Red Nike Janoski on my left foot, and a plush, white cushioned Converse trainer sock with grey and green accenting on my right foot. Having not been able to properly move my ankle in years, driving home without a shoe and being able to flex my ankle was a really weird experience, but I enjoyed every second of it.
Now, there’s one little bit of info I haven’t yet mentioned. As it happens, I’ve always wanted to break my leg, just to see how it feels. I’ll be honest, I hadn’t quite wanted to do it to that level, although it was a really interesting experience.
Having got home, I relaxed and enjoyed a good bath, seeing as that was something I hadn’t been able to do properly in a long while. It was whilst I was in the bath that I really began to think about my new predicament of having no right shoes to wear. I realised there was no way I could leave the house again without having to go out in just my left shoe, with only a sock covering my right foot, at least if I wanted to look “normal”. I then remembered I hadn’t taken my crutches with me to the hospital, which meant I still had access to them, so I decided I’d go out with my one shoe, but take my crutches to make it seem more reasonable that I wasn’t wearing a right shoe.
The next day came around, and off shopping I went, wearing a light blue Osiris High Top and a cushioned red DC ankle sock, to at least give my right foot a modicum of comfort whilst I looked for a new pair of shoes.
6 hours, umpteen shops, and I don’t even know how many pairs of shoes later, my right ankle was throbbing and swollen like a balloon, and I had completely failed to find a single pair of shoes that were even remotely comfortable for the newly freed right foot. I thought that, maybe, it was just because I had only recently got the cast off, and because I’d been wandering around for hours, it was swollen, and therefore I maybe just needed a couple of days more without a shoe on it for it to better recover and be compatible with wearing a shoe once more. In the meanwhile, I realised I needed to find a better solution to cover my right foot, and make it more comfortable whilst I was walking around, seeing as I couldn’t find shoes, and I’d learned the hard way that just wearing one sock on your foot whilst walking around caused quite a bit of discomfort. This was when I struck upon the idea of wearing the other half of whatever pair of socks I was wearing on my left foot as normal over on my right foot, just as I’d already been doing, along with another sock of some form as a kind of “cover sock” (I guess that’s what you’d call it.)
I tried the idea out whilst wandering around the house the next day, after the swelling in my right ankle had subsided somewhat, and realised that the normal sock, along with a single cover sock still didn’t quite seem to cut it for me, so instead I tried 2 cover socks, and that was very comfortable. The next day I thought I’d try 3 to see whether that was more comfortable again, however I realised quite soon on that, although 3 cover socks was extremely comfortable, the best of all the tests, it also happened that 3 cover socks was just a little too tight for my foot to really cope without beginning to cramp up a little. So, back to 2 cover socks I went. For the next week, I went around with whatever left shoe took my choice that day, along with my socked right foot, and one crutch just to make it seem fairly “normal”.
This was the point where I began to realise something was perhaps off. I suddenly realised that, for the entire time I’d been walking around with my socked right foot, I hadn’t really once missed wearing my right shoe all that much. This, I now realise, was clearly the biggest revelation, and turning point, of my entire life.
After the week or so of walking around with my left foot in its normal shoes, and my right foot all nice and cosily socked up, I thought I’d best try the shoe shopping again, as, after all, I really couldn’t spend the rest of my life wearing only a left shoe, and leaving my right foot just socked up instead. Could I??
Well, after trying the shoe shopping farce once more, I again came to the decision that actually, I still couldn’t find a shoe that was even remotely comfortable for my right foot, even though there must have been hundreds of them that were immensely comfortable on my left foot. This was the biggest, most heart stopping moment I think I’ve ever had. All of a sudden, I realised that maybe, just maybe, the incident had caused irreparable damage I hadn’t even realised existed, and that maybe, I wasn’t ever going to be able to find a right shoe that would ever be truly comfortable again. Then, like a big flashing neon sign, it hit me. Maybe, just maybe, the solution to all my problems had been staring right up at me from its little cosy palace on the ground all along.
By now, I was able to walk entirely normally, excluding the limp caused both by the damage to my leg which had been left a few millimetres shorter than it once was, along with my left foot now being higher up, due to it being in a shoe, whilst my right foot sat exposed in its socked glory on the floor alongside it.
I realised I had quite possibly the hardest decision of my life to date, that needed clearing up and deciding very promptly. I could just buy shoes that at least fit my right foot, even if they weren’t comfortable on it, just so long as at least my left foot was nice and comfy. Or, and this seemed like an idea only a total loon would ever think of, I could actually just continue as I had been doing ever since that fateful day when I destroyed my leg, not actually wearing a shoe, and only ever wearing socks on my right foot.
I knew I needed to make the decision, but I really couldn’t think straight with this wacky idea coursing through my head, almost shouting at me that it was in fact the right choice. So, instead of forgetting about it and ignoring the fact a little longer, I called my best mate, and asked whether he happened to be somewhere around town, and did he fancy going to the pub for a couple of drinks. My plan was to get him somewhere where we could just sit and talk about my 2 options, and see whether perhaps he could shed some clarity on what he thought might be the best idea for me.
He turned up in some beat up green puma trainers, with his white Nike socks poking out over there top, whilst I was stood there in my left black Vans shoe and orange Polo Ralph Lauren trainer sock along with grey cushioned DC trainer socks as cover socks for my right foot, as well as my crutch to cover the odd appearance. We then headed over to our favourite gaffe, sat down and after a couple of drinks, we got down to brass tacks. I slowly explained my current predicament, and why I was still wandering around looking “like a chuffing tramp” as he so delicately described me. I told him my option A (the uncomfortable right shoe but look normal), and then got onto the wacky option B (sticking sock footed) that I still couldn’t shift from my head. When I finished covering the options, he sat and thought for a good long while, then asked me “Well, there’s 2 things here. Could you actually cope with the constant discomfort of wearing that right shoe if it’s actually as bad as you say it is, and, do you actually seriously believe that option B might even seem like the better plan.” I just said I really didn’t know, and that’s why I’d come and asked him.
Throughout all this, I was realising more and more by the second, that, actually, I was really quite enjoying the whole shoe covered left foot, socked right foot combo thing, and that maybe, even though I’d never known before, this was actually something I really wanted to do forever more. I refused to let my mate know this critical piece of information though, because I didn’t want to seem like a complete nutcase in front of him, even though he knew full well I was a little crackers at the best of times.
After a couple more drinks, and some more discussion on the matter, we mostly concluded that maybe option B was the right idea all along, and that my right foot would forever remain sock footed, never to see a shoe again. As we left to head our separate ways, I said I’d sleep on it. In reality, I think my mind was made up a while back, after the first shoe shopping saga, but I’d refused to admit to myself that I had wanted just that and nothing else.
A couple of days later, I phoned my mate again, and asked whether he fancied another trip to the pub, to which he obliged as usual. He showed up in his beat old purple Nike SB High tops he loved so much, and I turned up ironically also wearing my left purple Nike SB High top trainer, paired with the most comfortable pair of grey, blue and green Adidas cushioned trainer socks as my cover socks for my right foot. This time, however, I’d left the crutch at home, because quite frankly it was driving me insane by this point, as I had literally no use for it other than as a prop to try and hide from both myself and everyone else that I was walking around with one shoe and a socked foot for practically no real reason.
As soon as he saw me, he just rolled his eyes and subtly shook his head. I already knew his opinion. He greeted me with a sarcastic, yet caring “Alright Hoppy McTramp”, to which I replied, “Yeah, I’m good you scruffy git. It’s not like you can talk after all, I mean, look at you…” (To be fair to him, he’d been decorating somewhere else all day and just rushed out to meet me). He quickly snapped back “Well, at least I have 2 shoes on, muppet!” We then nattered as we wandered down to our favourite bar, and after we’d grabbed a drink, we sat down and he immediately said “Well, I guess I know what you chose then eh? I guess, so long as it makes you happy, and you’re comfortable to boot, then it doesn’t really matter does it.” I just gave him ‘that look’, and we laughed.
Anyway, 5 years on, and here I sit, with my now exceptionally battered favourite red Nike Janoski on my left foot, along with my old faithful Nike cushioned trainer sock against the skin of my right foot, along with the comfiest pair of black, grey and orange Bombas cushioned trainer socks covering my foot in lieu of where a shoe (now affectionately known as a disgusting foot prison) once sat, now feeling confident to share my story with the world. I guess the moral of the story is listen to your heart, no matter how weird it may at first seem! Also, sometimes, dreams really do come true, even if you never quite knew that was your dream to start with!

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Revenge on my friends mother

Author – Lovetoshoeswap

a follow up story to my friends mother stealing my shoes.

A few days had passed since my friends mother had taken my shoes so I decided to get my own back on her by taking a pair of her shoes. The following weekend I called up Dennis to see if he was free to hang out and to my delight he was free so I made my way to his house wondering what pair of his mothers shoes I was going to steal. After we hung out for a while we headed back to his house to chill out for a while and to my delight Dennis’s mom left to go to the nearby town for a while so I told Dennis I had to go toilet so I could then sneak off to look in his mom’s room to see what shoes she had.After a quick search of the room I found her shoe collection which consisted of various high heels which were of no interest to me but what did catch my were her Ugg boots, Adidas superstars, Adidas goodyears, Lonsdale Fulham, Lonsdale Camden and Lonsdale benn, after a while of trying them on to find the most comfortable pair of shoes I took quite a liking to the Lonsdale Fulham and decided to take them for myself as well as a pair of her socks to match her shoes. When the time came for me to head off I slipped on her trainers and purposefully walked passed my friends mom to brag about taking her shoes.I asked her what she thought of my “new” shoes she was fuming but I told her that’s what she gets for not giving me my shoes the last time I was over (which she happened to be wearing just now). I told her I would keep them as I found them extremely comfy and they fitted really well to which she told me that’s why she bought them in the first place, so I told her as long as she kept my shoes I would keep her shoes and socks.

To this day one of the best pair of shoes I’ve managed to take.Sadly it didn’t take long for me to out grow them so I didn’t get to wear them for too long.

He should hate me

Author – Bailey

This is based off a true story. I moved to a new town and I met this guy. We started texting and then, Mason, ask me to come over for the first time. We played Apex Legends for a while.
Mason: want to walk to Red Bluff.
Me: What’s that
Mason: It’s a place we hang out.
Me: Think I will get to meet some of your friends.
Mason: Maybe
Me: can I take my camera
Mason: it’s your camera
(I love to take pictures. We arrived at Red Bluff there was a swing in a big tree Mason pushed me for a while Then we went to the old well. Mason said legend says if everyone closes their eyes and you throw a coin in you will have good luck.)
(Mason sit down on the edge of the well.)
Me: let’s go look over the cliff
Mason: wait I have sand spurs in my sock
Me: give me your foot (I took his shoe off, then I picked the sand spurs out)
I started teasing him by holding his shoe over the well. Mason just ignored me. Mason was on my left side so I dropped his shoe on my right side outside of the well so he couldn’t see it.
Me: Can I drop your shoe in the well instead of a coin
Mason: Sure who needs two
I stood up to get a coin out of my pocket to toss in the well (why not) when I dropped Mason shoe by the well there was a hole in the ground where the ground had washed away that led into the well and his shoe had really fell in the well. I didn’t see the hole when I dropped his shoe
Mason: We could go look off the cliff if I had a shoe.
Me: (I just looked at him I didn’t know what to say) you said I could drop it in the well.
(He thought I was still kidding)
Mason: “O” guess I’ll hop come on
(there were sand spurs everywhere. He got up and hopped to the cliff)
Mason: see, who needs two shoes (He stopped standing on one foot and kissed me)
Me: I’m sorry I was just messing around
Mason: sorry for what?
Me: your shoe
Mason: I just got them today.
Me: You told me your new shoes were blue.
Mason: They were but my dog chewed one of them up I never got to wear them. gram took me to get . these this morning she was not happy
Mason: can I have my shoe yet?
Me: (almost crying) I dropped it in the well when I was teasing you, I swear I did not mean to.
Mason: you’re kidding.
Me: No, I swear I didn’t mean to.
Mason: I can’t ask Gram for new shoes again. she will think I lost them on purpose
(I started crying I felt so bad)
Me: please don’t be mad, I will figure something out just don’t tell your Gram, when you get home just . take your shoe off and walk around in your socks.
Mason: don’t cry
Me: I’m so-so sorry please don’t hate me
Mason: I don’t but I can’t wear socks everywhere.
(We headed back to his house the sand burs were so bad Mason had to hop most of the way, He acted like he wasn’t mad, but he had to be)
(That afternoon, Mason texts me to come over. We were sitting in his room and his Gram walked in)
Gram: What did you do today.
Mason: went to Red Bluff.
Gram: guess you’re bored just sitting around I can find something for you to do. (I think she didn’t like us being in his room alone)
Mason: let’s go hang out on the porch, she means it.
Me: the park is better. (it’s a block away)
Mason: I don’t have shoes someone threw them in the well
Me: wear, mismatched shoes this one and the one the dog didn’t chew up. Until I think of something
(Mason grabbed the shoe the dog did not chew up)
Mason: there both for the same foot. I can’t go in my socks. The ground hurts.
Me: just wear one shoe. (He looked so cute he kept trying to hide his sock.)
Me: You can wear like a cover sock in place of a shoe.
Mason: what?
Me: an extra sock
Mason: one shoe and two socks on my other foot
Me: it’s better than nothing (I liked seeing him missing his shoe it is kind of crazy, I mean I didn’t lose it on purpose. I didn’t know he would look so cute without his shoe. I do feel bad.) (We walked to the park. We came up with all kinds of ideas, but nothing that would keep Mason out of trouble if his Gram found out she would not let us see each other plus he has lost two right shoes in three days neither his fault.)
(Mason’s house about noon the next day.)
Me: Did you tell your Gram?
Mason: No If I can think of a reason, I’m going to wear one shoe it’s better than being in trouble.
Me: (trying to make him feel better but with a lot of truth) That’s gucci.
Mason: if you say so.
(Gram finally saw Mason wearing one shoe)
Gram: Mason why are you wearing one shoe?
Mason: just am.
Gram: somehow, there is more to it.
Mason: I just didn’t wear it.
Gram: Does your foot hurt?
Mason: No, it’s a new thing guys do
Gram: you better hope it is some teenage boy thing, Mason the whole point of life is learning to live . with the consequences of the bad decisions you’ve made. (she walked out.)
Mason: it’s never good when Gram uses quotes.
Me: I thought you were in trouble
Mason: me too
Me: did the cover sock work
Mason: a shoe would be better
(I had to spend the weekend with my dad and couldn’t talk to or text Mason, so I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know
if he was mad at me after he thought about what I did. I got home late Sunday night. I text Mason he never answered. Monday was the first day of school. I couldn’t wait to see Mason and just hoped he was not mad and in trouble)
(Mason was already at school when I got there, He was sitting on the retainer wall, I walked up behind Mason he leaned back and said you did this to me the bell rang, he got up I looked down, Mason was wearing one shoe and a cover sock)
Me: I’m so-so sorry. Don’t hate me?
Mason: I get to come to school the first day wearing one shoe and sit in class with just a sock on my . foot all day why I would hate you and now pictures really
Me: I didn’t mean to I’m so-so, sorry.
Mason: I think you did this on purpose.
(Mason walked past me and just looked at me)
Me: I know you’re embarrassed
Mason: For now, but it is kind of funny I have two brand new left shoes and no right ones. Come on . you may as well be embarrassed right along with me. (He took my hand then kissed me)
Me: I can’t believe you don’t hate me
Mason: Maybe
(He walked into his first block)
I have to say I’m so lucky I met Mason most guys would be so mad.

Fun day at the temple

Author – Roy

I recently agreed to go to church with my girlfriend for the first time this past weekend. I loved the idea of getting to bond with my girlfriend in a different way we were used to. She goes with her family and I wasn’t sure the extent of what going to church meant lol. I showed up at the house early in the morning in some slacks, a button down shirt and a pair of penny loafers. I love wearing tight white dress socks with my loafers because it’s super comfy but my girlfriend always makes fun of me for it saying things like “you look so proper in your white socks and brown slacks babe.” Her parents even loved to tease me about my “lily white socks”. when I got to her house in the morning her mom told me I had to slip off my loafers in the garage so I didn’t get the carpets dirty making it known for everyone to see my bright white stocking feet on display. Embarrassed I made it into the house and stood around blushing and hiding my stocking feet as much as I could. My girlfriends mom always peaked down at my feet and then back up at me and would smile. I loved the attention but it was quite embarrassing as well. As we almost left for church finally, everyone was at the front door ready to leave in there own shoes and practically walking out the door when I realized my loafers were still in the garage. I don’t know if they got a kick out of this or not but My girlfriends dad noticed finally I was still in my socks and told me to just head out to the car and he would bring my loafers out as he locked up… so I pattered our to the driveway in my socked feet and got into the car with my girlfriend. She giggled and said “going to church with me in just your socks huh?”. I didn’t really have to much to say and before I knew it her dad was getting in the car. “Here’s your loafers Cinderella”, her dad said. Her mom and dad laughed. I took the worn leather shoes from his hands and slid my socked feet into them. We got to the church finally and I realized it was a temple. We had to leave our shoes at the front!? Just great. More time spent in my white socks and now in public. We got the front and I reluctantly slipped my socked feet out of my loafers and left them with the rest of the shoes. We walked in some of us barefoot and some of us in socks. I met a few friends of the family and it was just so embarrassing being what felt like the only person in white socks for all to see. My feet felt like magnets to onlookers! The service went on and we worshipped. I’m not to much a church guy but it was nice to experience it with my girlfriend. It was finally time to leave and when I got back out to the front I couldn’t locate my loafers! My girlfriend and her family found there shoes quite quickly and I was left there frantically looking for my shoes still in my bright white socks. “Looks like your not having a great day with your shoes there huh Cinderella?” Her dad says. He was making the situation so much more embarrassing. Everyone laughed at the situation but they didn’t know what happened. My girlfriend joked and said someone must of taken a liking to seeing me be the only person making my way around the church in my bright white socks. Everyone seemed to have darker socks and stockings on. Needless to say I left that day with out my loafers I came with. Not sure if someone hid them and watched me leave in my stocking feet that day or just liked my loafers in general.