Evening walk

Author – Alan

As it was a fine, warm, evening I decided to go and have a look at Brighton Marina. I hadn’t been there for a few years and it was constantly changing. As I would have quite a bit of walking to do I put on my old, comfortable, Italian loafers. They had got a bit loose over the years but still looked good. I arrived there by bus, two buses in fact; it is about eight miles from where I live. It always gets pretty busy there in the evenings because there are many restaurants, a six screen cinema and a casino. I wandered around looking at the big expensive boats and a few not so expensive ones, had a coffee and walked out on the west arm of the harbor. I thought how photogenic it was and thought about returning with my camera. I stopped to look at one very good view and put my foot up on what I thought was a fixed rail on the rails round the edge of the walkway. It wasn’t a fixed rail, it was cable, and it flexed. My foot went through as it moved and as I pulled my foot back the cable snagged my heel and my loafer came off. At first I thought it had just fallen to the stone walkway but a splash told me that it had fallen into the harbor. I felt as if my stomach had turned over at the thought of being out in a very public place without a left shoe. I stood there for a while trying to think how I would cope with this situation. Do I keep wearing the one shoe or do I walk in my socks? I was wearing light grey socks and the shoe was black, making the loss obvious; socks seemed the best bet. But then I felt almost naked without shoes, so I wore the one shoe until I got to the bus stop. Then I took it off and got on in my socks. Several of the passengers noticed but no one said anything. When I got off the bus in the city I had a ten minute walk to get the bus home, so I put the shoe on again and then took it off again when I got on the bus home. I sat holding the loafer and a guy near me said “What happened to the other one? Shoes usually come in two’s” I simply said that I lost it. I am really sorry that I’ve lost those shoes. But I did get a strange kind of guilty erotic thrill from the experience!!

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A Real Grammar School boy

Author – Kevin and James

Kevin:

I work in a convenience shop in a rural area, and opposite the store is a real english grammar school. it’s real cute to see all the boys go along every day in their grey school caps and blazers.

One day I’m looking at the videa at the back of the store and I see this kid looking at the shelf were the pringles should be. I take a box and go to restock the shelf, and then i wander round till I meet the fellow. he asks me if know where the pringles are so I’m like “yeah, on the shelf where they always are” and he’s “I just checked there.”
He looked like a real real goody goody type, the sort who never gets into trouble, and i’m good for a tease, so i say, “you know what let’s bet.” Hw doesn’t seem too bothered – after all he is sure tha the prigles are not there, and he agrees. For good measure I take off my white sneakers and give them to someone to hold, and i take out my remote control and lock the doors, just to make sure that no one runs off with them.
we go round to the crisps aisle, and there the pringles are. I take back my shoes and ask him for his. He’s really reluctant, and it takes a minute or two, but he realises that i am serious, and then he asks if he can buy them back. i say “Definitely, but im not selling you somehting on your feet, First give them over, then we will talk.” He hands them over, they area good pair of shoes, and i turn them over and knock oon the soles. the labels are still on, Clark’s the shoe type gadwell, and i read it aloud and then say c’mon how much will you give me for them.
there are a few people gathered round already, and eh looks really comical, school cap, grey blazer, blue school shirt, grey trousers and socks, and no shoes. He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a fiver, and offers it to me.
I’m like “five pounds for a pair of shoes like this?” Then i offer im a deal. “you know what, if you promise to wear nothing on your feet for the next 48 hours – no old shoes, sneakers, slippers, nothing, just one pair of these grey school socks, – ten i will give it back to you in 48 hours for a fiver.” We shake hands, and i assure him that i trust him. He pays for his pringles and off he goes shoeless, back to school.

James:

I simply could not believe what i got myself into. i was so so sure there were no crisps on the shelf and i ended up losing my shoes.
I returned to school shoeless, and all my friends had already heard what had happened.
I was primarily worried about one of out two things, 1) one of the teachers giving me a detention, – which i had never been in before – because after all I missing a basic part of school uniform, 2) my mother, who would probably go mad if she found out.
Thankfully the teachers either didn’t notice or ignored. After school i took the bus home; there were a few older ladies who stared, but all in all it past peacefully, and i was homw before my mother. Later she came home with loads of shopping, and she texted me to come out the car and help her. I went out to the car in my grey socks, my mo noticed stright away, she asked me where my shoes were, so i lied and said upstairs, in the bedroom. After I lied to her she accepted it, and i relaxed a bit, i started feeling all the different surfaces under my feet, the gravel drive where she parks the car, the soft, slightly wet lawn, the paved path to the front door, the abrasive mat in the porch, the hall carpet and the kitchen lino, and in all honesty it was quite enjoyable.
The next mrning i slipped out without my mom noticing. But now i was little worried, because we had sports that day and if i wouldn’t wear my sneakers i would end in detention – plus i would definitely come home after my mother.
At the end of the first period Mr. Parson, our form master called me and asked why i wasn’t wearing shoes. i was too embarrased to say anything, then he asked what are the story with my sneakers. Again i didn’t answer, and he said did you bring them to school. i nodded, and he asked if i can’t wear so i nodded again. [i didn’t realise that Kevin had spoken to him.] He told me that i definitely will not get a detention if i brought my sneakers. He then told that the sports teacher didn’t show up, so he’ll be taking us for an hour, after which the older class will join us for another hour, and we will go together ot the playing field.
For sports he made me participate in my socks. towards the end of the lesson, just when we were on the ropes kevin turned up. [the school call him in when they take us out of the premises, sinde legally they need more adults out of the school grounds. I was just halfway up a rope and keving started tickling my feet, i was holding on for dear life – as it was the rope was cutting into my hands and feet.
At the end the older calss filed into the gymnasium. Our class all changed to their school shoes and we put on our blazers and caps, and lined up by the school entrance joined by the older class. There were another two boys there who had forgotten their sneakers, and Mr. Parson decided that we all should walk at the back in our socks. It was a kilometre walk and when we got there everyone changed back into their sports stuff, we did a few laps, hopped a bit, and then mr. parson decided to do wheel barrow races. he piared the other two boys in socks, and then told Kevin to be my partner. I was stuck being the barrow, with Kevin stopping every now andthen to tickle my feet. When we walked back he let eveeryone wear their schoolshoes, except for me of course.
That night was the same story – with me pretending to my mother that i had my shoes, and slipping out in the morning. During break uwent over to the store and received my shoes back, and kevin didn’t even take the fiver.

Kevin:

Forgot to mention that the boys all wear ties too. Cannot describe how comical it was o watch a group of boys in ties blazers school caps and all with lace shoes, followed by three bys walking along in their grey socks.

James:

Since those 48 hours i have become much more aware of my feet. before then i never walked without shoes, even at home, since then i ahve started appreciating it and i do it both indoors nad out

Giving My Daughter’s Friends’ Sneakers a “Grease Job”

Author – Debbie Keds

About 15 years ago, my daughter had 3 of her friends came over and the spend the night during the summer. Three were wearing Converse low tops, and one was wearing Nike Shox. Now of the girls were not wearing socks as it was warm outside. The girls left their sneakers at the front door, and I could not resist checking them out and trying them on. Their sizes ranged from 8 to 10, and their insoles were warm and moist on my bare feet.

I had to play a little prank on the girls’ sneakers since they were left unattended and vulnerable at the front door. The new jar of Vaseline I had recently purchased at Walmart came to mind. So I put a gob of Vaseline in the toe area of each sneaker. lol.

The next morning, I heard some screams as they put their toes into the goo. It was hilarious! Later, I went to the grocery store and unbeknownst of me, the girls decided to get their “revenge” on me. They went to my closet and proceed to finish off the jar of Vaseline in my most expensive work high heels along with my favorite sneakers! It was a mess!!! But I deserved.

Thanks,

Debbie Keds