Shoplifters shoes – unlucky date

Author – Unlucky lad

I had read in a newspaper about thieves having their shoes confiscated by a shop owner. The thought of having to give up your shoes and forced to walk home shoeless excited me. I wanted to check the store out but it was on the other side of town and I don’t drive. One day after college I decided to take a bus and visit the shop. I wandered around the store, the thought of leaving shoeless was overwhelming but I was no thief and the shame of stealing would be unbearable. As I bought a drink I noticed all the confiscated footwear, there was school shoes, work boots but mostly trainers. I got excited again, I wished I could watch a shoplifter take off their shoes and hand them over.
On the bus home I thought again about getting my shoes confiscated and having to ride this bus home in socked feet. The thrill and fear excited and scared me at the same time but I really wanted the experience, so I decided to become a thief, for one day only.
I wore my red Adidas Originals with white stripes, wearing black socks would be less noticeable when I lose my shoes. My red trainers would stand out against all the other confiscated footwear on the shelf. I took enough money for my bus fares and the cost of a drink to purchase. I was getting nervous as I sat on the bus but I kept looking at my red trainers, the thought of getting them taken kept me going. I arrived at the shop, I looked for something to steal, too big would be stupidly obvious and too small and I may not be noticed. I looked at magazines big enough to see but also easy to conceal inside my jacket. I grabbed two computer magazines and put them inside my jacket and zipped it up. I took a canned drink to the till. I was nervous and shaking crazily, ‘You OK’ said the shopkeeper as I paid for my drink. I headed quickly to the exit, I was regretting what I had done, the shame of stealing was unbearable, I now didn’t want to be caught. A hand grabbed my shoulder, I felt light headed and trembled as I turned around. ‘You forgot your drink’ said the shopkeeper. I grabbed my drink, thanked him and quickly left. My adrenaline was still high as I got on the bus. By the time I reached home I was disappointed but relieved that I had not been caught.
A few weeks later I had a date, a new girl at college. She was gorgeous and she had a car. I was broke so it was really a drive out in her car more than a date. She looked great in her pink Adidas trainers and jeans, I was wearing my new black Nike Air Max trainers with jeans. We’d been to an out of town retail park, window shopping. On the way back she wanted a drink and pulled up outside a shop, not just any shop but the shop I had stolen from. We went inside and the guilt came back as if I had just done it. We queued at the till and I had started shaking. The shopkeeper noticed my nervous behaviour and remembered me from my previous visit. As we walked to the door I was stopped by another guy who accused me of theft. My face went white then red through fear and embarrassment. My date said we haven’t stolen anything but the shopkeeper said it was on a previous visit and showed us both a photograph image from the cctv showing me putting the magazines in my jacket. ‘You didn’t tell me you’re a thief’ my date shouted as she stormed out of the shop. I tried to follow but was stopped and taken back to the till. The shopkeeper pointed to a sign about taking shoes and looked down at my feet. ‘Can I just pay for the magazines’ I pleaded even though I had no money. ‘Return tomorrow and pay double, then we’ll return your shoes, so take them off’. My face was red with embarrasment as several customers watched me remove my shoes, I remembered wanting to be one of them. The guy took my shoes and placed them on the counter, I could tell he was admiring my new Nikes.
I told them I was a student and couldn’t afford to pay double, I couldn’t even afford to pay single as they where expensive mags that I’d stolen. I explained that I was no thief and the reason why. ‘Are you excited now your stood in your socks whilst I have your shoes’ he said with a smirk on his face. I wasn’t as I was squirming with embarrassment stood there as one of their typical shoeless thieves.
‘I’ll cut you some slack’ he said. ‘You can pay single price and get your shoes back tomorrow but you have to return as you are now, shoeless. But fail to return tomorrow and I will own your trainers’ he said as he put my shoes on the shelf. People where staring at my shoeless feet as I was staring at my now confiscated Nikes. I wasn’t feeling excited like I’d thought when I imagined it weeks earlier.
I promised I’d be back and left the shop in my thin white Nike socks. It had been a while since my date left me but I was hoping she would be in her car waiting, especially as my only money was spent on the drinks which I’d left in the shop. Unfortunately she wasn’t and I had a long journey home in socked feet. After my initial embarrassment and adrenaline had calmed I was getting a thrill being forced to walk shoeless through the streets.
How was I going to pay, do I return shoeless to save money or do I say goodbye to my Nikes forever? A lot of questions to answer as I walked in my thin white socks which where becoming thinner by the minute.
Losing my date and shoes was not how I had planned ending my evening.

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2 responses to “Shoplifters shoes – unlucky date

  1. Say goodbye to your Nikes forever. No one ever gets their shoes back. Anyone attempting to get their shoes back only loses more pairs of shoes.

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