Search and seizure

Author – Irsocks

I volunteered for a research job not realizing that I had to go to the library to do the research. I thought I could do it all online. It was too late to get out of it, so there I was in my blue, black, and white striped socks and blue, black, and white Vans. I was at one of those desks with the divider working and reading away. When I am really concentrating, I tend to tap my foot really fast. I didn’t realize I was doing it on the chair leg and making a lot of noise until an employee tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to be quiet. I apologized, and as I turned back to my work, I notice this guy watching me and giggling about what just happened. I did notice that he was only wearing one white Nike shoe on his left foot while the other foot had only a white sock on it. I shrugged it off and went back to work.
Before I knew it, the guy was back tapping me on the shoulder again. This time he asked me to leave. I couldn’t go back without the research, so I begged and pleaded for him to let me stay. I didn’t realize what it would cost me. He sayed I could stay, but on one condition. I sayed fine. He bent down, took a hold of my right shoe heel and slipped my sneaker off. My striped sock foot was out for all to see. Before I could object, he told me that I would get it back when I was done. I was shocked and embarrassed, but I had to finish the research.
Being embarrassed thinking everyone was watching me, I couldn’t concentrate wearing only one shoe, so I stretched out under the desk to hide my now shoeless right foot. I thought my foot had hit the divider under the desk, but I had kicked the guy on the other side. I apologized and moved my feet back some thinking everything was okay. Before I knew it, the guy grab the heel of my remaining sneaker and slowly started slipping it off. I was helpless because I could not move up or I would fall out of the chair. I couldn’t move back or my foot would slip out even faster. The guy must have known this because he went ever so slowly removing my sneaker.
I couldn’t say anything because I would be kicked out. I sat helpless as my sneaker was slowly being stolen. It seemed like time had stood still as I felt my sock foot slip slowly out of my sneaker. Once my heel was free he took his time letting the back of my sneaker slide up the sole of my sock foot. I didn’t know what to do as the back of my sneaker slid up the ball of my foot, under my toes and then off my foot. My heel hit the carpet floor. I was now shoeless in the library.
I had to get my sneaker back. As I rounded the corner, I got a glimpse of the thief as he walked out the room door. He was wearing one white Nike sneaker and one blue, black, and white Vans sneaker. I had no choice but to go back to the desk. I knew who the thief was because the giggler was gone now. At the front desk the employee gave me back my sneaker. It was embarrassing to say the least putting on one sneaker while the employee laughed at my situation. I walked out of the library with my head down.
My mind could only go back to the story I read about another guy losing his white Nike sneakers and socks in the library. I looked down at my one sock foot and one Vans sneaker thinking at least they only got one sneaker. Suddenly in front of my feet appeared one Nike sneaker and my other Vans sneaker. Before I could look up, I heard the guy say ‘you won’t be needing that one’, and my sneakered foot was grabbed and my sneaker was ripped from my foot leaving me shoeless on the sidewalk. I could do nothing as I watched the thief run away with my Vans. It was a long walk home.

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