Skaters who stole my shoe

Author – Evan

I was walking near a park by myself, just enjoying some time by myself. I was just kicking some rocks along the sidewalk. I kicked one of the rocks too hard and my left shoe wound up flying off of my foot and into the grass near some skateboarders. I was hopping on the grass towards my shoe. One of the skaters saw my shoe, picked it up, and started throwing my shoe around with his friends. By the time I got there, they were kicking my shoe around. One of them noticed that it was my shoe and said, “Looks like its our shoe now.” I tried to get my shoe back, but they tripped me up and I fell onto the grass. One of the skaters tried to grab my other shoe, but I managed to shake him off. As I was getting up, one of them grabbed my socked foot and tried to pull my sock off. They only got it halfway off before they let go and ran. off with my left shoe

Later in the day, I saw the same group of skaters with my shoe as I was leaving the park. I tried asking for my shoe again, to which they shoved me to the ground again and just ran off. I pretty much had to spend the rest of the day getting back home and walking around in one shoe and my white crew sock.

City Gent

Author – Leo

Last autumn I was in London to pick up some art materials including paper, 10 sheets rolled into a cardboard tube. On the way to the station on the underground there was a very smartly dressed business man sitting over the aisle from me and I noticed that he was wearing a very nice pair of Italian looking loafers. I got up to get off and he did the same. I let him get off before me and I walked behind him, noticing that his left loafer was loose and his heel was coming out of it as he walked. When we got to the escalator, as he stepped onto it, I aimed a blow with the cardboard tube at his left heel and he stepped out of his shoe. His right foot was already on the escalator and he left his shoe behind. It gave me a great thrill seeing a smart gent with one shoe missing. But I took pity on him and picked up his shoe and gave it back to him. He was not pleased! But I did apologize.

Boat

Author – BB

A true and shame story… 

We were on a cruise, 

The last night of the cruise you were supposed to take out of your bedroom your luggage at exactly 9PM, so they could arrange the disembarkation the following day. You only need to leave a compete set of clothes for the latest day. 

My girlfriend and I were arguing about something the exactly same night. I was so mad, And we got off the cabin still disusing something. When we got to the bar, she told me you were not wearing any shoes. I was wearing some Adidas sport pink socks because they were the only clean left. At the moment, I was mad, dint’t care, so I told her I was fine. She even told me are you sure you keep a pair of shoes for the disembarkation, and I said YES! 

We took some drinks at the bar and forgot about the incident. That night the ship were presenting a movie premier I want to see and told her to get off the bar, back to the stateroom to fill the paperwork for the disembarkation, so I could get the movies on time. 

We got to the stateroom, and I was sure that my sneakers were there. My girlfriend got into the restroom, and I start looking for my shoes to go to the move… And they were gone… 

I started to look frenetically everywhere, and they were not there. 

Some how I put them on the suitcase, and I will find them the next day at the port… 

When my girlfriend realized, she took a big simile and told me what are going to do? 

I told her I would go to the store and buy a pair of flip flops, and then go to the movies. I got the stores, and they were closed… 

So there was nothing to do… 

I went to the movies shoeless, wearing Nike PINK socks, only thinking about the disembarkation shoeless…. 

After the movies, I went to the bar expecting no one looked at my feet. 

I meet some girls at the bar, and they realized that I have Nike’s sport PINK socks… yes they were my last pair… On my defense … they were less expensive than the black ones…. 

They really got fun out of the situation… 

Suddenly one of them told us to go for a smoke, She told me hey you pink socks go with us… 

After a couple of drinks I got back to my room shoeless… 

Expecting the following day to disembark in PINK socks…. 

My girlfriend told me, look what I found a pair of shoes… I was so relief… 

But… 

I will get it back …

Tomorrow we’re going on a cruise again. She has the suitcase packed… 

But… She will only find … 

-A pair of converse a left red and a right white, 

– A pair of running sneakers one orange and one red without laces, 

– Formal shoes … gone… 

And the socks… mismatched pairs … Yellow… Red… Green… 

And the Rest of the underwear …   

Stitch Failure

Author – Leon

Last autumn I had to go to London for an interview so I dressed smartly and wore my favourite  loafers. They were far from new but still good looking. I went for the interview, which was over very quickly, then went to an art gallery for an hour or so then decided to go to Dulwich gallery which was a train ride away, Walking to the station I could feel that my right shoe seemed to be a bit loose. On the train I took it off and looked at it and found that the stitching of the part that goes over the instep had started to come undone. When I got to Dulwich I looked for a shoe repair shop, but the owner didn’t have any machine to do stitching. I was already imagining it coming undone and the loafer falling off, and as I walked to the art gallery it did come more undone. I got to the gallery and started to look around and I was already having difficulty keeping my shoe on. Afterwards I went to have something to eat and by this time the whole of the side of my loafer was coming undone. On the way to get the train back to the centre of London I lost my shoe a couple of times and had to pick it up and carry it. When I got to the centre I didn’t think it a good idea to walk around with one shoe missing so I put it on again and had a few more ‘losings’. I was so fed up with this that when it came off and fell between the train and the platform I decided to abandon it. I got an instant thrill as I got on the train with only one shoe and realized that this was what I really wanted all along. I spent the rest of the evening walking around London with only a left black shoe and a light grey sock and a bulge in my pants! 

Clogs at a carnival

Author – Stephen

hi, I love to ‘play’ with my shoes, slipping them off at the cinema, bars, office, just everywhere. the risk, that they might disappear is very thrilling. but I’m very ‘foot shy’! if it really would happen, I would die of shame! I love the imagination, when I’m sitting somewhere in my socks. last week we had carnival in some areas, so I took the train to one city and booked a hotel near the center. I disguised as a fisherman with a blue/white striped shirt and wooden clogs. I did not take other shoes with me, so it would be even more thrilling, when I dared to slip off my clogs. I arrived on satureday and if it really would happen, the shops were closed on sunday. On the ride I already got funny looks, because clogs were not the best choice. we had chilly days. When I arrived at the main station the streets were crowded. I quickly got to my hotel, left my coat at my room and went off. I didn’t plan to stay outside for long. I went to the first bar near my hotel but it was to crowded and they didn’t let more people in. so I walked down some streets until I found one, were I entered. It was also very crowded. somehow I managed to get a place at the bar and ordered a beer. I was jammed. no way to move. but it also was perfect to secretly slip one of my clogs off. nobody would notice. I put my socked foot on my shoed foot and left the abandoned clog in front of my feet. I had white thin sneaker socks, so there was a little risk, someone would look down and notice my shoeless bright white foot. but nothing happened and after a while I slipped back into my clog. after some more beers I got bolder. I carefully slipped one clog off again and put my foot on it. then clog number two. now I stood on my clogs! this way they couldn’t get kicked away and I was in the crowded pub in my stocking feet! I imagined my clogs were gone. sometimes I noticed some guys looking down. did they notice my little ‘game’? before something happened, I wanted to get my clogs back on. and I had my first problem! standing on my clogs, I had pressed the leather down and couldn’t get my toes in! and I couldn’t get down, to open it with my hand. I was squeezed between all the guys. Now I got nervous and hectically tried to get my toes back into my clogs. then something happened I hadn’t thought of! people around me started to dance and push each other around! I had no chance! I was pushed away from my place … and my shoes! suddenly I found myself some feet away from the bar desk and it was immediately filled up with other guys. desperately I tried to get back, but I’m not the biggest. It was useless! people started to look at me, because I was the only one not dancing, trying to find a way to the bar. I heard “haha, he lost his shoes”! “look at him! no shoes” and laughter! it took an eternity before I was back at my place … no clogs!!! oh no! they were gone! kicked away! frantically I scanned the floor. omg! where were my shoes??? I stood in a crowded pub, in white socks! I was the laughing stock! I felt my face blushing! helpless and near panic I stood on tip toes, not knowing what to do. “hey dude, where’re your shoes?” “hehe! cute socks!” surrounded and squeezed in by dozens of carneval revellers, who enjoyed my shoeless predicament! I had no choice. I fled the scene and hopped out into the crowded streets in my white socks! I tip toed around, not knowing how to get to my hotel. I was lost … in a foreign city … no shoes … no coat … not enough money for a cab. even if I had money … I couldn’t remember the name of the hote!!!

Amazing coincidence

Author – Kevin

This sounds very strange but I swear it is true.

A few years ago I was living in the northern suburbs of Sydney, about nine miles out of the city. I didn’t drive and the bus service wasn’t very good so I sometimes hitched a lift down the Pacific Highway if I was going out for the evening. As I have always had a thing about losing shoes sometimes when I got picked up I would let my left shoe fall into the gutter as I got in the car. The driver never seemed to notice. Then I would spend the evening in the city, go for a drink or go to the movies, with one shoe which gave me a thrill. Then I would hitch a lift back up to where I left my shoe and pick it up.

One night I was late going home and walking up the Highway, one shoe on, one shoe missing, when a police car pulled up. The officer asked where I had been, where I was going etc. Then told me to get in the car. Not wanting any trouble I got in and the driver took off up the road and did a u turn and headed back towards North Sydney. He turned off the Highway into a street with older houses and stopped. One officer got out and went to a house and came back a few minutes later and told me to get out and go with him. I was embarrassed because I only had the one black shoe and a light blue sock on my left foot. I  was taken to the house where a man looked me over, looked at my odd feet and spoke to the officer. “No that’s not him” he said. I was told to get back into the car. After a while the officer came back and explained. The man and his wife had returned home to find two young guys in their house. When they entered the guys made a dash for it pushing past them, but the man tackled the last one and pulled him to the floor and tried to hold on to his feet but he struggled free but left   his shoe in the mans hands. I just happened to be walking up the highway just a mile or so away wearing one shoe!! The officer apologised for delaying me and asked where I lived. I told him and they drove me home. The problem was that my left shoe was sitting up on the Highway several miles away. I went to get it the next morning. It was still there but had been almost destroyed; it must have been run over by trucks or buses. It was a write off!