Shoeless Salesman – part 1

Author – Shoeless Guy

My grandma decided it was time to clear out all my late grandfather’s belongings and give them to charity. I had stayed over to help her and had carried all the boxes to the hallway ready for collection by the charity shop. My grandma asked if I could wait until the charity had collected everything as she had to go out.
After an hour the doorbell rang, It wasn’t the charity standing outside in the rain but two young men in suits. “Can I help?” I asked. They where window salesman “We are here about the windows” they said. I assumed my grandma had arranged the appointment and forgot. I apologised as they where carrying frame samples and knew they had walked a considerable distance as this was a ‘residents permit parking’ area. They where quite persistent and feeling guilty about their wasted journey I let them in out of the rain. “You can wait in the sitting room but first please remove your shoes and leave them here in the hallway. Grandma’s rules” I insisted as I pointed at my own socked feet. The dark haired guy just slipped off his shiny black loafers with his feet whilst the fair haired guy stood like a stalk on one leg to untie each lace and carefully pulling his black Brogues off his black socked feet. They walked into the sitting room in their socks. They insisted on showing their samples, “It’s grandma’s house not mine” I said, but they did so anyway. After two hours they where still sitting on the sofa when the telephone rang in the hallway. I excused myself and left the room closing the door and picked up the phone. My grandma said she’d be at her friends house until later because of the rain, I explained that the window salesmen had been waiting for hours, “What salesmen? ” she asked. Whilst talking on the phone I’d been placing the salesmens shoes on and off my socked feet without realising. Both pairs of shoes fitted quite well and looked good on my feet. I finished trying on their shoes and returned to the sitting room and told them my grandma knew nothing of their visit and asked them to leave. “We haven’t wasted two hours to leave without a potential sale” said the fair haired guy in an aggressive tone. Just then the doorbell rang, It was the charity coming to collect the boxes. “Take everything in the hallway and close the door when you’re done” I told them and returned to the sitting room to see both shoeless salesmen still sitting there. They insisted I call my grandma and demand she come back, their demands where infuriating.
Eventually their insistence relented, I left them to pack up their stuff then they headed to the hallway. They looked around scratching their heads “OK where are our shoes” said one of them. I looked at the empty hallway floor. The fair haired salesman said “Is this a joke? You want us to leave but you’ve hidden our shoes” I explained about the charity boxes and they must of mistakenly taken their shoes as well. They demanded I contact the charity to return their shoes, I refused and told them the charity shop location and suggested they could buy their shoes back because saying they donated them by mistake would be far fetched even if they arrived shoeless. I jokingly said they could tell the charity shop “We gave up our shoes for donation then realised we need them ourselves” They both asked to loan a pair of my shoes, I reminded them I didn’t live here and only had the shoes I arrived in. I opened the door. “Our car is parked a mile from here, you expect us to walk in our socks” they argued.”If you had left when first asked you’d be walking in your shoes” I told them to leave. They stepped outside shoeless, fortunately it had stopped raining and the path was dry except for small puddles which they hobbled around in their socked feet. I shouted “The charity will appreciate your donation” then I closed the door and went to the kitchen and put on my own Nike trainers. I grabbed my back pack and bicycle, wheeled it through the hallway and stopped at the stair cupboard and retrieved from it one pair of shiny black loafers and one pair of black Brogues. I placed them in my back pack and headed for the front door. Nice work I thought, two pairs of shoes for starting my new job next week.
“Have a nice day” I said to the shoeless salesmen as I cycled past with their shoes.

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Lost to Penelope

Author – shoelossfan

(This takes place after Homework shoes)

After a long day of walking around sockfooted in school, Alex was walking to Mrs. Parker’s classroom after grabbing his backpack to get his sneakers back. As he walks across the 7th grade area, Alex happened to run into a familiar redhead leaning on a locker next to the door to miss parkers classroom, of course it was none other than Penelope who quickly exclaimed in an excited greeting. “Hey Alex!”

“ah hey there Penelope….” Alex responded in a nervous manner as he stopped in front of the door, noticing Penelope looking down at his black socked feet with red on the toes and heels before asking. “Let me guess: are you heading back to Ms. Parker’s room to get your sneakers back?”

“Yeah luckily I was able to stay out of trouble for the rest of the school day.” Alex said a bit nervous while he sighed a bit before he continued. “I just hope she doesn’t come up with some stupid reason to keep them as they’re the only shoes I have right now.”

“Hehe…..I hope so too. Though you never know with Ms. Parker.” Penelope smiled as she said that making Alex worry as he entered the classroom.

— [two minutes later.] —

After about two minutes Alex walked out of the classroom with his black reebok sneakers with brown laces back on his feet with alex turning over to look at Penelope who glanced down at his now sneaker clad feet before asking. “So now that you have your sneakers back you want to walk home together?”

“You mean like we have been doing every day since we met.” Alex chuckled as he replied while Penelope giggled as she stopped leaning on the locker, with the pair started to walk towards the hallway out of the 7th grade area.

“So Alex since this is the end of your first week of school, how are you enjoying it so far?” Penelope asked with a huge grin on her face while Alex sighed a bit before he answered. “To be fair I have enjoyed it, along with being happy to have made some many new friends already, although…I still don’t like that I lose my shoes with these rules.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”, Penelope said while she giggled. “You just need to stop forgetting your homework, or your books.”

“Look today was a onetime thing because I left my social study’s book in my locker overnight.” Alex said annoyed while crossing his arms, before he admitted. “Though I have to still get used to these stupid heavy text books.”

“I’m just joking with you. I know you love your sneakers too much to forget your assignments that easily.” Penelope Giggled while she and Alex stepped out of the 7th grade area and started down the hallway that ran along the auditorium with a good number of their fellow classmates.

“yeah…at least it’s not as bad as what happened during second period on Wednesday.” Alex said with a slight sigh while looking down at his reebok sneakers while Penelope asked. “That reminds me how are things between you and that Samantha girl?”

“Huh? Oh were doing fine. She had some fun with me during second and third period after asking what happened to my sneaks.” Alex admitted with a blush that he did his best to keep hidden from Penelope who just snickered as she commented. “It’s good to see that your making best friend aside from myself.”

“Yeah I guess…it could be seen that way.” Alex said with a bit of worry in his voice since he couldn’t help but think of Samantha as something a little bit more. As he and Penelope continued to chat about some school things while making their way out of the school.

— [about four minutes later outside the school.] —

As the pair exited the school through one of the two sets of double doors that made the front entrance to the school, with Penelope stating. “Well whatever the case is I’m just happy that you have another friend to hang out with when you’re not with me or Natalie.”

“I guess, I just well…wish she wasn’t so interested in my Shoes.” Alex said with a nervous look on his face while grabbing ahold of his backpack strap since he worried his back pack was coming loose, with Penelope taking a second to glance at Alex’s reeboks before stating. “To be fair, those are some nice sneakers.”

“Ugh not you too…I’m going to have to go shoe shopping this weekend at this rate…” Alex responded with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose after removing his glasses, with the two of them of them turning and walking on the sidewalk alongside the school’s parking lot towards the street.

“Hey. That was a complement.”, Penelope said with a huge smile. “You’re not thinking that I’d actually steal your shoes, aren’t you?”

“not really though I hope I don’t lose these before i get some other pairs of shoes my size…” Alex stated with a sigh while looking down at his sneaker clad feet while walking with Penelope.

“You know, since those shoes mean a lot to you, how about going around in just your socks?”, Penelope suggested with a smile, making Alex look at her quite shocked by the suggestion as he stated quite angry. “Are you mad!? It’s bad enough that Megan does that with stockings, but I would never see myself out of the house without my shoes, except at school but still.”

“Yeah well if you did lose them, you’d still have to walk in your socks regardless since their your only pair other than that one red and black sneaker.” Penelope explained with of a smirk before she continued. “And besides, you’re not the only kid in school who’d be in socks. Take that Brianna girl for instance. She could care less about walking around in her socks.”

Alex however just sighed while the cross the street once they reached it, before Alex stated with a upset tone. “yeah well she’s a bit of a weird loner, besides I don’t really like to go around in socks, it just doesn’t feel right.”

“Well Maybe if you give it more of a chance you would grow to like it.” Penelope stated with a chuckle while Alex rolled his eyes and reminded her. “ugh yeah well did you forget that I spent all day in socks.”

“huh good point, also I am still a bit sorry that you lost one of your special sneakers the other day.” Penelope replied with Alex sighing before he admitted “it’s alright…besides it could have been worst…”

“Oh, How’s that?” Penelope asked before Alex remarked. “well I could have lost both shoes on Wednesday and had to walk home in my socks.”

“oh of course, it is a good thing you haven’t lost the remaining sneaker.” Penelope giggled slightly while Alex sighed. “well that’s because I kept it in my closet at home…where I also have the trainer Natalie gave me after our first art period together.”

“Natalie gave you her trainer, I didn’t know that?”, Penelope asked, a bit surprised. ” though that sure was nice of her.”

“well she saw that i was admiring it a bit while drawing it for this week assignment in miss Allen’s class.” Alex replied while taking a second to look at Penelope’s converse clad feet, since she was stepping out of them slightly while walking making him ask. “Say don’t you think you should tie those tighter so you don’t lose them?”

“Oh! These? I guess I should”, Penelope said as she stopped to tie the laces of her converse a bit tighter, however while she did shoe she glanced over at Alex’s sneakers since he was standing on her left side and noticed that his right sneaker had its lace come undone, though Alex didn’t notice as he was glancing over at Penelope’s blue converse sneakers asking her. “those look pretty worn, how long have you had them?”

“Oh, these? I’ve had these converses since the holidays, although I’m pretty hard on them.” Penelope said as she finished tying her shoes, while just sighed and shook his head before Penelope asked with a bit of a smile coming across her face when she looked back at Alex’s right reebok sneaker. “Say Alex mind if I try something as your right sneakers a bit untied?”

“Huh…great guess I didn’t tie it tight enough.” Alex replied with a groan before he sighed asked a bit concerned. “um like what?”

“don’t freak out I just want to check something out.” Penelope shot back with a grin as she quickly lifted up Alex’s right leg slightly off the ground, making Alex grab ahold of a nearby mailbox to balance himself. And suddenly without warning Penelope slipped off Alex’s loose right reebok sneaker before standing up with a smile on her face.

“Ah hey! Alex shouted in surprise as he quickly backed slightly away from Penelope in surprise as he did his best to hid his black sock with red on the toes and heel behind his left still sneaker clad foot while keeping his hand on the mail back to keep balance since he didn’t want to dirty his sock.

“Come on. Don’t be shy! You have cute socks!” Penelope smiled as she kept Alex’s shoe in hand while getting her backpack off.

“We…well that’s because I like them too…. but give me my shoe back please.” Alex asked with a worried look as he held his hand out towards Penelope as she leaned forward to try to look at Alex’s socked foot while holding her backpack by its arm strap

“I’ll give it back in a sec. I just want to check something.” Penelope said as she looked closely at his socks with a bit of a blush, while Alex did his best to keep his socked foot hidden from Penelope while he said quite nervous since there were still school mates passing them. “Please just hurry up…”

“So….why are you so foot shy in the first place?”, Penelope asked still admiring Alex’s cute little hidden socked foot.

“Honestly I’m not sure, maybe all that time with my ex has made it rub off on me.” Alex replied in a nervous manner as he noticed that Penelope had then zipped open her back pack and put his right sneaker inside it before closing up the bag, before starting to put it back onto her back.

“Ooooh….so your ex was foot shy too?”, Penelope remarked with a giggle. “How cute! ”

“Yeah so please give me my shoe back.” Alex asked again knowing that she put it into her bag already but Penelope just smiled before she replied with a giggle. “Nope I’m going to hold onto it for the weekend to help get you off this foot shyness, after all your socks are too cute to keep hidden.”

“Just my luck….” Alex sighed while hearing that, while looking down at his one shod state.

“Don’t worry about it! In fact, if it makes you feel better, you can hold onto one of mines too!”, Penelope said as she Used her left foot to step down the heel of her right converse sneaker, making herself step out of it before she leaned forward to pick up the shoe and handed it towards Alex.

“Ah…thanks I guess…” Alex said. Long a bit sad but blushed as he took Penelope’s shoe in hand and looked down at her cute white bobby sock clad right foot commenting. “By the way you have cute socks too.”

“Awwww! Thank you!” Penelope said, blushing a little bit herself, with Alex soon asking while a bit of nervous manner as he moved his right black socked foot with red on the toes and heels out from behind his still sneaker clad foot. “Your welcome…so should we continue home?”

“Sure!”, Penelope simply answered while she smiled at Alex, As the pair continued on their walk home together, soon splitting up at the normal spot as they said their good byes and continued to their respective homes, with Alex wondering what he was going to do this weekend now that he was one shod.

(To be continued….)

Playground Football

Author – Wunshu

When I was ten years old I was at a town centre school in England. We didn’t have playing fields, just a tarmac yard, but we did have a bit of a football game in the lunch break. We just played in our usual school clothes, no fancy sports kit.
At one point I was tackling a couple of other guys and I lost my shoe. Before I could retrieve it two boys started to use it as a ball, kicking it between them. One of the boys who had the real ball kicked it high and it went over the wall and into a garden of one of the adjacent houses. There was a crash of breaking glass and the boys thought that it had broken glass in a greenhouse. One of the boys picked up my shoe and threw it over the wall where the ball had gone. I was furious! I had to go into class with one shoe, which was pretty embarrassing, going to two different classrooms. Near the end of the last class the head master came in and asked if anyone had lost a shoe. I went scarlet in the face and had to own up. The owner of the house had found the football and my shoe and put two and two together. I had kicked the ball!
No amount of explaining would convince them what had really happened, and the boys were not going to own up.
My parents got the bill for replacing the broken glass. I couldn’t convince them that I was innocent.
The headmaster didn’t let me have my shoe back until it was time to go home; A shame really because I was really looking forward to going home wearing only one shoe!

Risky sharing of my location

Author – Shoelost

This is my view of the incident, where my shoes were stolen. I was taking a rest on a wall and posted the location on youtube – to see what will happen.

After a while a guy cames along and stares at my business shoes. I turned on my camera to film, whatever will happen.

The guy came back, checked if I was sleeping and used the opportunity and stole both of my shoes. He even filmed my feet in socks and walks away, sending me the film, which is already posted. I was humiliated and had to walk in socks. He later throws the shoes under a bench, where I found them after an hour. So I was lucky in the end…

Wonder if I should do this kind of location sharing again?

(write to shoelostyahoo.com for further questions)

Taxi Hell – Driver POV

Author – Shoeless guy

I’d had a busy day with plenty of fares even with my payment machine refusing cards. I was about to switch off my ‘FOR HIRE’ sign and head home when some 6ft ‘trendy
bearded’ idiot in a grey suit stepped out in front of my cab shouting ‘TAXI’. My sudden stop enabled two young men in suits to get in my cab followed by the idiot that I nearly hit. They where merry in drink but not totally drunk. No polite request but a demand to be taken out of town. The traffic was heavy and they where getting impatient when one shouted arrogantly “Stop driver! we’re getting the tube as you’re too slow” and proceeded to shove his debit card through the payment hatch. “Sorry guys” I said politely “machine is down, cash only I’m afraid”. “We have no cash” explained the tall blond haired guy, i heard the others call him Mike “Can you find an ATM machine on route”. I would of happily kicked them out without payment and just head home but their rudeness stopped me. I passed several ATM machines but couldn’t stop due to the traffic, eventually I found a bank with several ATM’s, the blond guy called Mike got out and tried every cash machine without success, as he walked back to the taxi I noticed his footwear, nice expensive brogue shoes. As soon as he was back inside the cab I locked the doors and demanded something as collateral until they could pay the fare. The bearded guy shouted in a condescending manner that anything I suggested was far too valuable for paying a lousy taxi fare. His arrogance was becoming unbearable when the guy sat between him and Mike suggested a supermarket with cashback facilities and more urgently ‘toilets’. I agreed and drove off.
With their desperation for a piss they would agree to anything, so I took my time finding a supermarket. I deliberately parked my cab furthest away from the supermarket entrance. Another request for collateral was dismissed. So I said to the bearded guy “To stop you doing a runner after getting out of my taxi, give me your shoes, it’s the only way your getting out”. He stared at me as if in defiance, his mates laughed and said “Yeah Nick give him your shoes” he was about to swear when I shouted “SHOES NOW” he reluctantly undid his laces and removed his shoes revealing plain black socks, I couldn’t believe I got a 6ft tall man to give me his shoes. He squeezed them through the money hatch in the cabs partition. I looked at them, I could smell the warm patent leather and threw them in the front passenger footwell. I knew they where expensive and they alone would cover the cost of the taxi fare but I wasn’t finished. The other two where still laughing at their friends embarrassment. “Not enough” I said then looked at the guy sat in the middle, his laughter stopped as I demanded his too, “Take off your shoes and give them to me”, he did reluctantly and passed them through the hatch, another strong smell of leather and feet from his warm shoes. I threw them next to the other pair. He called me a pratt, I wasn’t bothered, he was in his socks and I had his shoes. Mike, the last remaining wearer of footwear shouted “Can we get out now for crying out loud, I need a piss”, “Not until you also hand over your shoes” I said. The 6ft tall blond stared at his friends shoeless feet, looked down at his own shoes and realised his fate. “Your not laughing now” I said as he undid the laces of his tan Brogues, he slipped them off his feet and handed them to me. “Nice expensive shoes” I said to him as I also threw them into the footwell next to the other pairs of ransomed footwear. They sat on the back seat of my cab, three strapping men in their expensive grey suits and black socked feet, expressing their embarrassment by hiding one socked foot behind the other repeatedly. ‘Not so arrogant now are we boys’ I thought to myself as I unlocked the doors. They got out and clumsily walked quickly in their socks across the large car park towards the entrance of the supermarket and disappeared inside.

They where either drunk, stupid or just too materialistic to hand over a watch. After all depositing a watch would not of been noticed by anyone, but for all three to give up their shoes and walk around a supermarket in their socks was just plain stupid and very very noticeable.
Whilst they where gone I took off my cheap brown shoes and tried on Nick’s black patent leather shoes, they where still quite warm and really comfortable. I then tried Mike’s tan Brogues, they looked good on the tall blond’s feet, even better on mine and I wanted to keep them for myself as I could never justify the cost of a pair. Whilst waiting I listened to the radio news and learned of a banking problem, I realised it wasn’t their fault. I had passed caring about the fare, the enjoyment of persuading three annoying young men to part with their shoes and walk into a supermarket in socked feet was priceless. Even though they where arrogant pigs, I wanted to drive off leaving them stranded penny less and shoeless miles from home but I took pity on them and waited.
They hobbled in socked feet back to the taxi, as soon as the doors closed I locked them and drove out of the car park. I was about to let them have their shoes when Nick ‘demanded’ them back, he also lied about having the cash. His annoyance changed my mind, I drove nowhere near their destination and pulled over. I asked again for payment, Mike the tall blond said ‘I am really sorry but we still haven’t got the cash” I picked up their shoes and was about to give them back when Nick mouthed off again “Give us our shoes and let us out”. I told them I knew they had no cash and why, I was about to give them back again but because of Nicks further annoyance I threw their shoes back into the footwell. I shouted at Nick “Do you ever shut that mouth of yours or are you enjoying being shoeless and confined in my cab?” Mike the blond guy gave me his watch as payment, neither cheap nor expensive it covered more than the cost of the fare. I called the arrogant bearded Nick a shit and told him the homeless people across the road had more respect than them. I picked up Nick’s shoes and opened the front passenger window, I told him he had nice shoes, he looked at them, his bearded jaw dropped as I threw them out of the open window, his big mouth demanded to be let out to get his shoes as he glanced over to the homeless people. I picked up the other pair of black
shoes and as I threw them out, their owner called me a bastard. Finally I told the tall
blond guy how much I admired his expensive footwear and quickly threw them out of the door window landing in the darkness next to the other men’s shoes. I told him the homeless people would appreciate them. I sounded the car horn as I pulled away, their heads turned from the open window to the homeless people whose attention had turned to the pile of expensive patent leather shoes on the roadside. No sooner had I moved I slowed to a halt and unlocked the doors. The three tall young men in their expensive grey suits exited the taxi and ran in their socked feet to retrieve their shoes before the homeless people got to them. I drove off looking in my rear view mirror it was a very close race between them all to reach the expensive patent leather shoes.

I did feel guilty though, not only did I have Mike’s watch I also have his expensive shoes. I had driven from the supermarket in my socks and there where four pairs of shoes in the footwell including mine. I’d actually thrown my own shoes out of the window instead of Mike’s.

Although I had expected to finish work several hours earlier I’d enjoyed watching the captive arrogant young men squirm with embarrassment without their shoes. It was better than a night in front of the TV. Perhaps I should do it again!

Taxi hell

Author – Shoeless guy

It had been a long day in the office in central London when me and two of my work colleagues, Mike and Nick decided to have a few beers before getting the tube home. The bar was quiet at first as we sat
there in our shirt and ties and dark grey suits with black lace up shoes except Mike who was wearing dark tan brogues. One pint lead to another until the cash ran out and we’d tried using contactless but
the barman said the machines where down. At this point it was decided to grab a cab, we all lived in the same block of flats in a town south of London so one cab was easier than the tube in our inebriated state.

We flagged down a black cab and jumped in. Traffic was heavy and after half an hour we hadn’t travelled far, so we decided to get out and use the tube. Mike asked the cab driver to pull over and asked to pay using contact less. “Sorry guys” said the driver “machine is down, cash only I’m afraid”.
“We have no cash” explained Mike “Can you find an ATM machine”. The driver continued passing loads of ATM’s on our original route obviously wanting to take us home. After an hour the traffic got lighter
and the fare got larger as he pulled over to a bank. Mike got out and tried several machines with no luck, he jumped back in and as the door closed the locks where activated. I’ll need collateral against payment before continuing explained the driver. “Like what?” asked Nick. “Jewellery, watches or phone” said the driver. In an arrogant manner Nick told the driver that these items are far too expensive to pay a dismal taxi fare. This enraged the driver into thinking we where arrogant overpaid ‘suits’. “You’re not leaving this cab until I’m paid” said the driver. I asked if we could try a supermarket and buy something to get
‘cashback’ at the checkout, we also needed the toilet too. The driver deliberately took some very long routes and eventually arrived at a supermarket on the outskirts of the city. He again asked for collateral,
Nick refused again, the driver, now annoyed said to Nick “To stop you doing a runner after getting out of my taxi, give me your shoes, it’s the only way your getting out”.

“What the..” said Nick. “SHOES!!! now”
shouted the driver. Nick reluctantly undid his laces and removed his shoes revealing his black socks, he just managed to squeeze his shoes through the money hatch in the cabs partition. The driver looked at
them and threw them in the front passenger footwell. “Not enough” said the driver, he looked at me and said “Take off your shoes too” I looked down at my feet,
“hurry up and give me your shoes posh
boy” he said. I undid my laces and took off my shoes and passed them through the hatch that Nick’s shoes went. The driver stared at my shoes and threw them next to Nick’s. “Hey be careful with my shoes
you pratt” I said. The driver just glared at me as I sat helpless in my socks. Mike shouted at the driver “Can we get out now for crying out loud, I need a piss”
“Not until you give me your shoes too” said the driver. Mike stared at mine and Nick’s shoeless feet and realised he too was going to be in his socks before leaving the taxi. He undid his laces, slipped off his tan brogues and proceeded to place his shoes through the hatch reluctantly handing them to the driver. “Nice expensive shoes” as he threw them next to ours. We sat in our suits and socks awaiting our release.

The doors unlocked and we headed into the supermarket shoeless. Customers stared as we looked for the toilet, who wouldn’t stare at three men in suits padding around the shopfloor in their socks. After the toilet we headed for the drinks section, if we each bought water we could get cash back to pay the taxi fare and get our shoes back. I scanned my water at the self service till to avoid standing with embarrassment In my socks in the normal queue. I could feel the blood drain when my debit card was
not accepted, the shop assistant came over and said ‘Sorry sir, there is a bank failure nationwide and no card transactions are being authorised “. Nick and Mike quickly realised too, we headed back outside hoping the taxi was still there, it was, we said nothing to the driver until we got back in the cab. Nick arrogantly asked for his shoes, “Have you got the taxi fare” asked the driver. “Yes” said Nick.

The driver said he would pull over soon and hand back our shoes. It seemed like the journey took longer than necessary, we where like mobile prisoners locked in the vehicle without shoes to prevent us fleeing if we where to escape our confinement. He eventually pulled over below an overpass where a group of homeless people where sheltering on the opposite side of the road and asked for payment, we looked at
each other, stared at our socked feet and Mike said ‘I am really sorry but we still haven’t got the cash”.

The driver began picking up our shoes from the footwell when Nick’s arrogance resurfaced “Give us our bloody shoes now and release us” “I was going to do just that you arrogant lying piece of shit, when you went into the supermarket I heard on the radio about the bank payment fault and took pity until you lied” said the driver. “Now I want a watch or jewellery to pay this high taxi fare and then I will release you and your shoes”. Mike was wearing an inexpensive watch but still cost more than the fare, he handed it through the same hatch that our shoes disappeared through. “Give us back our shoes and take us home” said Nick. “Your arrogance is unbelievable” said the driver. “First you want releasing then taking home, make up your mind you shit, those people sheltering over there have more respect than you’ll ever have” he said. The driver picked up Nick’s shoes “I’ll keep my promise, I’ll release your shoes then you” The driver opened the front passenger door window looked at Nick’s shoes then threw them out the window landing on the ground beside the cab. Nick demanded to be let out to retrieve his shoes. “All in good time you shit” said the driver he then picked up my black shoes, smiled and threw them out the window. “You bastard” I shouted trapped sitting there in my socks. He finally picked up Mike’s tan brogues “These are lovely expensive shoes, do you think the homeless people will appreciate them more than you” he threw them out the window too. “I promised I’d release your shoes now to release you three from my cab”

He pulled away, with us still in the cab and at the same time sounding his horn to alert the homeless guys of our pile of shoes. One hundred yards up the street he stopped the
taxi and released us from our confinement (as promised) and we legged back down the street in our suits and socks. It was a race against time, the homeless versus the shoeless, who would get to our shoes first?