Author – Shoe deprived guy
A few weeks back me and my college buddy went out for a few beers, both of us where typical students, plenty of energy and fun to be had but never enough money to achieve our goals. Whenever Jim had any money he could never hold on to it, he liked to speculate to accumulate, basically he liked to gamble. This particular night we’d already had several beers when we passed a bar that looked rather run down, Jim said we should call in here for a beer “Are you sure” I said. He convinced me to enter, we walked to the bar, we got ID’d then ordered two beers. As we looked around Jim noticed a secluded area at the rear where he could hear voices, like a dog sniffing out a bitch on heat Jim sensed a card game in progress and wandered over. “Hey guys can I join your game?” asked Jim. He was told it was a private game amongst friends and asked to go away. He persisted and they relented and warned him to prepare to lose all his money. I looked at Jim as he sat at their table, he smiled and I remained seated at the bar watching a football game on the tv. I took Jim another beer, he smiled as his money pile had increased. I returned to my tv game at the bar. 20 minutes later Jim was at the bar not smiling as before but asking for money. “Run of bad luck” he said. Telling him I don’t have much he took it anyway and wandered off back to the table. I bought another two beers with my remaining loose coins and wandered over to Jim and noticed his white socked feet planted under the table and his Nike Air Max sneakers actually on the table. I gave Jim his beer and walked away again. Several minutes later Jim was back at the bar ‘Shoe-less’. I stared at his socked feet then looked up at him, his face was red with embarrassment as he stared at my New Balance shoes. “No way are you gambling my shoes as well” I said, his face became more red as he told me he’d already done so. I stood up and walked towards the door. A voice shouted “You’re not leaving this bar with my shoes”. I became surrounded by a few guys from the card table. “Take off the shoes” demanded the voice. Feeling threatened I had no choice but to remove my shoes and hand them over. I headed for the door in my black socked feet and got stopped again. “You are staying until the bar closes then you and your buddy are going to clean up before you leave, in the meantime you can collect bottles and glasses. “Your buddy needs to learn to stop when he’s down, not only has he lost your shoes but he owes us work too” Most of the card game guys left taking our shoes with them. We walked the bar floor in our socks until 2am. After an hour of cleaning we where allowed to leave and walked shoe-less for several blocks back home, Jim’s white socks where as dark as my black socks with as many holes.