When I was visiting a friend in Port Moresby, Papua,New Guinea, I met two teachers, man and wife, who owned a 60ft 2 masted sailing ketch. They told me that in the school holidays they were going to sail it down to Sydney, where I live. They said they would contact me when they arrived, which they did. They invited me to dinner on board with them and there was going to be a party on board afterwards. I arrived at the harbour as arranged, but I hadn’t thought about not being able to wear street shoes on board so I had to take my loafers off and be in socks. After dinner a lot of people arrived and of course everyone had to take shoes off. So there was an area up on the deck at the bow full of shoes of all kinds. The party continued until after midnight and as people were starting to leave one guy was really drunk and tripped and fell onto the shoes scattering them in all directions. At least eight went over the side into the water. A couple of them were fished out but most were lost for ever. I had a look for my loafers but could only find the right one; the left one must have gone to a watery grave. I immediately started to get aroused at the thought of going home wearing one shoe. Or should I just ditch the shoe and walk in my socks? I decided that it was more exciting to wear the one shoe so I walked all the way through the city with a right black loafer and a light blue sock. It felt wonderful!
My friends and I always liked to find the hottest new kicks but being from not so well off families we had to find ways to obtain what we wanted. We wanted it to be fun and at the same time stick it to the ones who could afford those sweet kicks.so we sat around the living room one day thinking of ways to do this. My friend Roy thought about lifting from gym locker rooms like Gold’s gym. Andy thought about breaking into high school gym lockers. I said how about places were people typically take their shoes off. My friend Tommy mentioned those arcades where they leave shoes in cubbies to play around. We thought about it and said it was probably young kids shoes and we didn’t want that. We sat quietly for awhile when Roy suddenly yelled out bowling.in our town was a bowling alley frequented by many guys our age and with not much to do in town this place was popular on the weekends. We decided to make this our first hit. We went on Friday night to check out the scene and there was a lot of people there, private parties, people playing the arcade, etc. Our mission that night was to just check out the place, find the exits, check out the clientele, and determine what kind of shoes they have. That night after we got back to Roy’s house we mentioned all that we saw. This place happened to have 2 easy exits, few cameras, and the seats were positioned where it was easy to grab shoes from underneath. Andy witnessed a few teens and young adults wearing the latest Nikes and Jordans, we made our plan to go back on Saturday, split up, get what we could and meet back at Roy’s house. We got there around 8 pm Saturday night and what luck they were doing that disco bowling which made it even easier to grab, since it was so dark. My three friends went about their business. I looked across the alley and I saw a group of guys and girls probably on their dates. I walked by to see what they had. I saw a pair of flats, sandals, new balance. Boots, and a pair of Nike shox. The only interesting pair there were the shox and luckily it was between the side seat and where you pick up the bowling ball from the rack. I snuck down pretending to look for a ball when I snatched those Nikes and stuffed them into my jacket. I quickly got out of there with the thrill still causing my heart to pump fast. I thought I was fast in there but I was the last one to get back to Roy’s. Tommy and Andy both said they chickened out and left 5 minutes after arriving, Roy threw down on the table a beatup pair of Reebok. What the hell we all said.I got nervous and picked up the closest thing. It was a men’s sz 8 which was way too small and they were ugly too. I threw the Nikes I grabbed and they were in awe. It was a nice pair of Nike shox sz 12 in great condition and what was even better was the money stuffed into the right shoe. A nice pair of shoes and 25 bucks. This was our first grabs as a team. This was many years ago and we have moved apart since then but I’ll always remember our first.
I rode the tram into London. On this particular day I was headed downtown to walk around and the sights. Maybe do some shopping but I was a little low on money so I wasn’t sure. I stepped on to the train around mid morning wearing red high top chucks with yellow bobby socks. I didn’t tie my shoes often and sometimes it would result in my losing one or both of my shoes during every day tasks. One day it was so bad I tripped and lost my shoe and when I went to look for it I couldn’t find it. I was going to be late for work so left it. Another time I fumbled my shoe during a meeting for work while I was dangling and it landed right in the general managers view. My bare stocking foot was showing the whole rest of the meeting. Let’s just I never have good luck with my shoes. And today, going to London was no exception . The tram ride was terrible but my feet hurt from the night before so I took both my shoes off almost immediately after boarding . I left them kind of near isle . People looked in disbelief at my socked soles and my errant shoes. One boy passing my seat brushed by kicking one of them out into the isle. I had to grab it before it got to far away or someone picked up for there own liking . I quickly scooped up my shoes now lieing a few rows down under a seat. I slid my loose shoes back on and made my way back to my seat. Soon I got off at my stop. I had quite a few blocks to cover before I got where I needed to be. Sadly the tram didn’t go all the way I was headed . I didn’t mind . I liked the walk . Some of the parts I walked threw were a bit run down and I got some stares from locals that may not have been the nicest . I kept walking and soon caught notice of 3 girls in leather jackets and bulky leather boots. The kinds that made your stocking feet smell like wet leather and foot sweat. I turned a corner and started up the next block an they had started to get closer . I didn’t have really much of value except my purse and a few dollars. I wasn’t to worried but they persued and finally caught up. Pulling my arm and jerking me back. They interrogated and asked me where I was from. I lived outside the city and that’s all they needed to know. The one in front , big , well all three of these girls were pretty tall and seemed in shape; she asked me if I had anything to give for being on her block. She was just tryin to bully me because I didn’t look from around there I think. I shrugged it off and tryed to leave but she yanked my purse from me . She asked me what else I had and I said nothing. She said she liked my shoes and had the other girls pick me up by my arms while she bent down and yanked my chucks off. As I felt the breeze hit my socked foot as I was let back down on to the pavement by the two girls . I felt super embarrassed jus standing in front of them in my socks as one of the girls held my purse around her shoulder and both of my shoes in one hand. She then asked me what I was looking at and told me to star walking . I couldn’t believe I was jus mugged for my shoes and purse. I padded up the sidewalk in my socks a few blocks and looked back as they all stared and hadn’t moved . I spent the rest of the day in my bobby socks trying to get home . Never saw those girls or my purse or shoes again . Check out my socks here
Yesterday I was visiting my friend. He lives in another town and I had to travel by bicycle and train. When I arrived we sat down and talked and made fun about the things we did in the past time. At some moment another guy came by to visit him, by surprise. He sat down to and we talked for a while with eachother. I had noticed that this guy was watching my shoes every now and then. Suddenly he said; nice shoes you’re wearing and I said; thanks. He asked me if I would sell them. I said you’re joking? They were very old nike’s but still looking good. He offered me $50 and I was surprised and looked at my friend. He just looked at me like he didn’t know. I got a little uncomfertable and asked why he wants to buy my shoes. He only said; because Il like them. Well? Do we have a deal? He said. I got a little cold and warm because I realised if I sell him my shoes I had to go home in socks but at the same time I felt little excited too. I made him an offer for $70, I thought that would be too much but to my surprise he said okay, deal. I was again surprised. He pulled the money from his pocket and said; here it is, can I have the shoes now? There was nothng else left for me to do but take my shoes off and hand them over. My friend was only laughing, and I was kind of speachless. We sat there for a while longer and at some time this guy said; well I have to go now. He picked up my shoes and left. At first I couldn’t believe it that he really left with my shoes but when my friend turned back empty handed I knew I had to go home in my white socked feet. My friend walked me to the station and I got some strange looks from the people around. At first I felt ashamed but along the way I got little excited…
Author – DrunkedIdiot101
Hahaha this thread is hilarious but maybe venting will help me out a little…
So i went out drinking with my boys, long story short I leave my boys house in an uber, wearing my shoes i get dropped off in the wrong location at 3am totally blacked out wearing my sweet adidas trainers, come to 8 am and i regain consciousness walking down the streets, i realize no shoes, no phone, no keys. Fast forward a lot of bullshit only for me to just now relocate the same pair online, but guess what. Dumbass me had no clue that they were the Day One editions and that they are now going for just shy of $300 I have no clue how they ended up on the sale rack at undefeated when i first purchased them but those guys were fucking up. So yeah i had the come up of a lifetime just to have them stolen off my drunken stupid feet.
Three months ago my Aunt took me to one of those Goodwill stores where you have to search bins in order to find clothes and matching pairs of shoes. People digging like crazy to find what they want. On that day she was looking for some shirts and heels for herself. I was interested how fast some of those people were moving. I decided to go back another day and play around teasing these people.
I went in wearing a sweet new $70 pair of purple lowtop Air Force 1s I bought two weeks prior.
First I had to find a pair of shoes and the only thing I found in my size was a trashed pair of Phat Farm shoes.
I don’t even think they make those anymore. I proceeded to put them on and I placed one of my AF1s in my cart and the other in a bin. I placed a few shoes on top and I waited to see how long it would take someone to find it. I walked around for a bit in these broken shoes all the while keeping an eye on that bin. With anywhere from 3 to 8 people at the bin I didn’t realized it was picked up until I saw it in this young guys hand. He was looking in all the bins to find the other shoe. I could tell he was looking hard but after 15 minutes he put it down and gave up. A minute later a woman came by, picked it up and started searching for the other half. Was it for her husband? Boyfriend? Son? I will never know because she placed it down after five minutes. This tall guy who looked to be in his 30s and was dressed as a construction worker picked it up. I was surprised how popular it was. But since all the shoes were trashed at that store and here is a new pair I shouldn’t have been that surprised. Anyway back to this guy. He picked it up to check the size. He turned it upside down to check the sole.. After closer inspection I could tell he had just gotten off work as his clothes were dirty. Im thinking to myself for him to not try on my shoe. Alas it failed as he took off his construction boot to reveal a dirty socked foot with a large hole in it. He untied the laces and slipped it on his foot. He tied it back up and walked around for a moment. He must of liked them because he took it off and placed it in his cart. Tying his boot back up I just kept thinking how stained my shoe probably was now. This guy really wanted to find the other half and he spent 30 minutes looking through all the bins. He gave up during a busy time and he just left his cart in the middle of the aisle. Guess he stormed off frustrated. However the store became really busy and by the time I got to that cart my shoe was picked up by someone else. I started panicking running all around the store looking for it. My mind was so focused on the shoe I lost I completely forgot about the other shoe in my cart which I had left behind when I ran around the store. When I found my cart my other shoe was gone. I figured a purple pair of Nikes couldn’t be hard to find. I started looking in people’s carts and hands. I searched for 20 minutes with no sign of them. I was in despair, me and my stupid ideas when at the front after check out I noticed this 20 something year old Latino boy and his girlfriend bag shirts, pants, and my Nikes. What do I do now I was thinking as they left the store. Neverminding the fact I was wearing a crap pair of Phat farms I ran out of the store. I followed them to their car and while the girlfriend was placing the bags in the trunk this little crap was putting on my new AF1s in the driver’s seat. In his conversation with his girlfriend he was saying what a find these were and that he never thought he would find such luck there. I have had enough and approached them. I said that I overhead about his good find there and that I never find anything. I showed him my falling apart Phat farms and asked if I could buy those from him for double what he paid. That little crap said no because he likes them so much and that I might have better luck next time finding a pair. Both of them got in their car and drove off in my $70 kicks that I would never see again. Fun experiment failed big time. Still have those junk shoes too :-(. THE END
Author – JonathanEver love it when people have parties but don’t allow footwear into their homes? Well I found such a place and they were having what looked like an awesome party. I didn’t know them but still a shame that I wasn’t invited. Anyhow I saw a couple of guys wearing nice kicks to this party and having to leave them outside. It was 9 pm and maybe 7 pairs were out. Some guys and some girls but it was way too early to be sneaky. I came back around 11 pm and there were almost 20 pairs stacked nice and neat out there. I noticed no one outside and music blaring so I approached cautiously. One only has moments to make the grab. I eyed a pair of brown Nike skate shoes to be in my size, a pair of hi-top white converse which also looked to be my size, and a pair of Osiris that definitely weren’t my size but I love Osiris and wanted them. I was finally about to leave when I noticed the shoes from one of the guys I saw earlier just sitting there looking sweet. As I went to grab them I saw that they were Adidas hi tops in all black and they looked to be my size. As soon as I reached for that last pair I booked home as fast as I could. I can only imagine what those drunkards were saying and doing when they realized that they would have to go home without shoes. Haha. Now I get to enjoy them as much as they did. 🙂