Author – lucy lex
I may have posted a story similar to this one in the past but it happens quite often when I go out to department stores. I went to Walmart to try on some shoes and play in my socks. I love slipping out of my shoes in the most embarrassing socks and leaving my loafers behind in a very visible place and coming back to them after walking the store to see if they are still where I left them. That particular day I was wearing very thin pink stocking socks. You could visibly see my sweet toes through them and it was a huge adrenaline rush just wandering around away from my shoes in just my shiny thin sheer pink socks. After a while of walking around away from the shoe section and getting all types of stares and comments, I decided to go back to my shoes. Luckily for me they were still in the same place. I wasn’t satisfied and decided to get a bit more daring. This time I put my shoes on and walked to a more busier part of the shoe section and slipped my loafers off in the busiest isle I could find. There was so much foot traffic my shoes were practically getting stepped on and ran over by carts from people coming and going. It was so thrilling seeing others just tear up my shoes because they were in the way. I stayed pretty close to my shoes for a few minutes and here 2 girls and there mother not to far from me just watching me. I’m pretty sure they saw me take my shoes off and I made a point to leave the isle with out my shoes to see what would happen. I went to the next isle over and listened carefully. They giggled and laughed about me just leaving my shoes behind in the middle of the isle and browsing in my stocking feet. I stopped listening and kept browsing a little while longer. I saw one of the girls and her mother leave the isle but the other stayed behind sitting on a bench where you would typically try on shoes. I went back to the isle where I left my shoes and realized only one of my loafers were still there!? I went over to it quickly and also realized the one that was there had been stripped of its laces. I frantically panicked and looked around the isle for my other shoe and laces. There was nothing to be found. Meanwhile the one girl who stayed behind was watching my frantic predicament and couldn’t help but giggling. I scoured that shoe section and never found my shoe. Walking around with my loose loafer making noise every time my socked heel popped out from taking steps. I finally asked the girl and she denied ever seeing my shoes. She said she had no idea what I was talking about and told me to ask customer service. I asked them and they said nothing was turned in… after searching for almost an hour and patting around in my thin socks, it was time for me to leave. At this point my socks had gotten filthy from the department store floors and I was just so shocked I had actually gotten my shoe stolen and had no leads on where it went. I waited in the parking lot after walking out and getting stared at by almost everyone who walked by me. A lot of girls who were employed by Walmart laughed at my socks to. I waited in the parking lot for the 2 girls and her mother to see if I could see any of them physically holding my shoe. When they finally came out I still didn’t see any of them with my shoe. They probably hid it in the store very well before they left. I went home shoe less than day..