Trade with a tramp

Author – lovetoshoeswap

Me and a friend went out to a bar for a few drinks on a Saturday night and eventually we got to playing some pool. After a few games we decided to make things interesting,  the next person to lose would have to do a forfeit of the winners choice. I was determined not to lose but was unable to win so had no choice but to do the forfeit. My mate didn’t know what he wanted me to do so he waited for a while to think of something. Fast forward to the end of the night and I had hoped he forgot about it but when we were walking home he noticed a tramp on the street and told me it would be funny to wear the tramps shoes. I said no way I was doing that, he then told me that for refusing to do it would make it worse. I stupidly argued and he said that I would have to swap all my clothes and my shoes with the tramp for arguing. I knew he wouldn’t let me go without doing it so I manned up and approached the tramp. I asked him if he would swap gear with me to which he agreed instantly (I had a pair of jeans, checked shirt and a pair of old school vans). We went further up the alleyway to swap out of sight and as I slipped out of my stuff and started to put his stuff on I got an unbearable smell coming from his clothes.  He then decided that he wanted my underwear and socks too as his were getting dirty,  I told him no but he threatened to beat me up if I didn’t so I had no choice but to comply with him and so gave him all of my stuff. I came out of the alleyway with the tramps stuff on and my mate could do nothing but laugh at me for wearing the mix match of clothes I had on (which was a pair of dirty tracksuit bottoms, a pinkish coloured t shirt, denim jacket and a pair of work boots). When I got home the first thing I did was to throw the clothes in the bin and shower to get rid of the smell. The next day I went for a walk to help get rid of my hangover and happened to se the tramp still wearing my stuff which made me angry for losing at pool and disappointed that I would never get my stuff back.

Helping a friend in need

Author – lovetoshoeswap

A friend of mine asked me for some advice as he had an upcoming interview and didn’t want to blow his chance at landing the job so I told him I would be glad to help. His interview was at 4 oclock and he asked me to meet up with him at a restaurant we normally go to at about 12 o’clock to give him time to get my advice(he was wearing a pair of white Adidas stan Smith’s, white sports socks, grey t shirt and matching navy tracksuit). I had just finished my shift at the office and went straight to the restaurant to meet my friend still wearing my work clothes (which consisted of a grey suit, white shirt, tie, thin black dress socks and black loafers). My friend was there waiting for me so I sat down with him and we talked for a while. About 45 minutes later he got a phone call from the place where he was going to for the interview asking if he could come in for 1.30, he agreed to the change of time not thinking about what he was wearing and not having enough time to go back home to change. He started to panic a bit and I told him to calm down and think on something.  He looked me up and down and asked what size my clothes and shoes were. Thankfully we were close enough in size to swap so we went into the gents toilets to swap our stuff. When we got out of our cubicles I noticed his bright blue boxer shorts were showing above the trouser as he was slightly taller than me so I told him to swap those too. He then went off for his interview and I thought he could be a while so I would go for a walk to wait until he was done and as I walked I started to enjoy wearing his clothes and shoes and so decided to see how long I could wear them before he would ask for them back. He eventually came back to the restaurant about an hour after going in for his interview and we talked about how he got on. We talked for ages and he never mentioned about swapping back to  which I was getting very excited about as I liked his stuff and thought he looked rather dashing in my work clothes. To my surprise he asked if he could keep my stuff for a bit incase he got the job to which I told him it was fine. After a few days he got a call telling him he got the job, he came round my house with my suit and loafers to return them and told me as a thank you for helping him that I could keep his stuff that we traded.

The picnic blanket

Author – Jman

Shelly and Angela are at it again.  Shelly and Angela get guys to take off their shoes and then they steel their shoes.

Shelly and Angela were sitting on a picnic blanket at the park.  Darren was is the park jogging and came upon Shelly and Angela.  They asked Darren if he would like a bottle of water as they had plenty in their picnic basket.  Darren accepted their gift of water and sat down on the grass next to the picnic blanket.  Angela commented that Darren could sit on the blanket as it was cleaner than the ground.  All he had to do was take off his shoes.

So Darren took of his blue pumas and sat down on the blanket and had a drink of water.  After a while Angela said to Darren, “What I like to do is lay on my back and look up at the sky, don’t you do that with me.”  The two got on their backs and looked up into the sky, their socked feet touching each other.  After a while Darren fell asleep.  While Darren was asleep, Angela took his shoes and placed them in the picnic basket.

When Darren woke up, he went to get his shoes but they were not in sight.  Angela commented on how they had fallen asleep and someone stole their shoes while they were sleeping.  Darren thanked the girls anyway for the water and went away in his white socks with green toes.

The shoe sweepers – the skating rink

Author – Jman

The town had a skating rink.  The rink was set up that there was a room where you changed from your shoes into your skates.  You would then enter the rink.  There was a wall between the two rooms.  In the changing room were lockers.  There was a sign saying “All shoes must be placed in lockers.  Items not placed in lockers may be removed.”  The lockers cost 75 cents to use.  Many people chose not to pay the 75 cents to put their shoes in a locker or there were no lockers available and so they left their shoes under the tables, along the walls. 

When time permitted, the workers would go through the building and do a “shoe sweep.”  They would clear the room of all the shoes not in the lockers.  When the skating was over, people came back to the changing room only to find their shoes gone.  It was funny to see patrons reactions to their shoes not being there anymore.

Those whose shoes had been “swept away” would go to the employees complaining about their shoes being gone.  The employees would point to the sign that required all shoes to be in lockers and that tell them that their shoes had been removed as it was a safety hazard to leave them on the floor.   They would have to pay a two dollar fine to get them back.  If they chose not to pay the fine, the shoes would be given to charity.

Stuck without Converse

Author – Sandal Fan

I used to be the type of girl that wore sneakers year round, buying a new pair about once a year when a pair got too trashed to wear. I would normally wear them everywhere but in my house. Even then, I still wore house slippers, and only took my socks off when putting on a new pair after getting out of the shower. However, one mistake changed this for me.

I had been wearing my low cut Converse for over a year after my seventeenth birthday. I was still in high school, and it was in the middle of April. Of course, the people who did construction on the roads had already started, which usually stopped a few hours after I got out of school. Combined with the book club that I was a part of, I would occasionally see someone walking off the site, but not much else.

I typically had to go around these sites to avoid anyone who might decide to grab something and snap at me for using it as a shortcut, but I didn’t feel like walking the whole way around this time. Instead, I simply hopped over the caution tape and continued on my way. I would take a left after crossing the street and walk the rest of the way home from there. I could smell tar, which was far from pleasant, but I didn’t care at the moment.

I felt myself get stopped after two steps. I looked down and saw that my sneakers were caught in some freshly laid tar, and it was keeping a good hold on my shoes. I didn’t want to get caught on the site, nor did I want to abandon my shoes, so I struggled to take a step forward. That’s when it happened.

As I lifted my left foot from the tar, there was a rather loud ripping sound. I looked down and saw that my Converse wear ripped! Not wanting to ruin the shoe more, I put my foot as close as I could get to the original position and untied the laces. I did the same with my other foot and thought about what to do for a moment.

I eventually decided to take a risk and step backwards into the tar in nothing but my socks. I hardly payed attention to it, and just focused on safely removing my shoes. I managed to reach around the fronts of them without getting tar on my hands and pull them up from there. Once freed, I threw them back onto the sidewalk. I did a similar thing with my socks after I stepped back on the concrete, but quickly threw them away, knowing that I had more pairs. The same couldn’t be said about my sneakers, so I continued on my way home the long way, completely barefoot while carrying a pair of destroyed shoes, hoping my mom would understand.

This is the first part of a three or four part post about a fictional girl losing her sneakers and having to buy a different pair of shoes instead.

Poor Brawley

Author – Levi

Brawley came to a party, kind of more a meet up along a tree line in a plowed field teens have been meeting there to hangout for generations with everything having so many rules because of covid-19 we decided to get together and have an old fashioned circle your trucks let your tailgates down turn up the radios in the middle of a field since school started Tuesday my dad tells stories of them doing that in the 80’s. Some of the guys started drinking about midnight one of them came up with a game kick one shoe over the bonfire. Needless to say, only the ones drinking joined in. Brawley was kind of wasted and decided to join in the first time no problem the second boot landed in the fire and game over he was so out of it, We finally all head home Brawley stayed with me. The next morning when we woke up, he had a hangover and just laid there he never had drunk before. About 1 pm he walked in the living room and sit down we talked a while and decided to find something to do. Brawley went to shower and get dressed He walk back in carrying one boot and said where’s my other boot. You don’t remember Brawley had no ideal. I told him what happen. Brawley turned white. We headed out. All Brawley said, if my dad finds out I was drinking he will kill me never again. We went back to the place we had the party and found his other boot it so bad , not wearable. I dropped him off and he walked in his house.
I didn’t see Brawley again till Tuesday Morning the first day of school He got out of his truck wearing his right Black Ariat Quickdraw boot and just a solid white sock on his left foot. It really stuck out I ask him what he told his dad. Brawley said He had early court as we walked to class he said this is so messed up. if my dad finds out he will take my truck I just got my license. his dad is a juvenile court judge and extremely strict. I must admit it was great watching him sitting in class trying to hide his sock foot he was so embarrassed, but he didn’t have a choice. After school I was at the feed store working and I saw him and his girlfriend walking into the store across the street. He was still wearing a right boot and just a white sock on his left foot.It wasn’t as white. 

Return of the shoplifters shoes

Author – Unlucky Lad

Roy had finished repairing a roller shutter at Bart and Dillons shop when he noticed the shoplifters shoes displayed behind the counter.
“Instant justice and great punishment” he said suggesting they should be displayed at the door to deter would be thieves upon entering. Dillon agreed.
A week later, Roy returned with a display cabinet. He would leave his young apprentices, Scott and Matty to install it. Dillon provided coffee as they unpacked the cabinet in the stockroom before installing it by the shop entrance.
“What’s it for?” Asked Scott.
“Shoes” said Dillon. “Steal from me and I take your shoes”.
“Nice kicks” said Matty admiring some confiscated Nikes being placed in the new cabinet. Scott locked the reinforced cabinet doors, “Nobody will get their shoes out of here” he said praising his own handy work before giving the key to Dillon.
“You’re about to find that out” said Dillon as he looked down at their work boots, Scott looked puzzled until Dillon produced several empty Snickers wrappers from his pocket.
“We ate them with our coffee” said a red faced Matty claiming they where going to pay before leaving. Dillon disbelieved him as the empty wrappers had been hidden in the stockroom.
“Take off your boots” he demanded reminding them of why they had installed the cabinet, ‘steal from me and I take your shoes’. Scott didn’t want to but his 6ft teenage frame was no match to the two ex-military brothers if he refused, reluctantly they both unlaced and removed their boots leaving them in their navy blue company sweatshirts, black cargo pants and white socked feet.
“Why the white socks with work boots?” asked Dillon adding to their self consciousness of now being shoeless inside the shop which began to fill with school kids.
“Get caught nicking” said a young lad, his mates laughed at the embarrassed pair.  An older student was caught stealing a bottle of cider and ordered to remove his white Reebok classic trainers. As he stood next to Matty and Scott in his black socks a regular customer commented on how busy it was with shoplifters.
The shoeless student left, Dillon locked his Reebok trainers in the new cabinet as the sock footed apprentices awaited the return and wrath of their boss.

The shoe swap

Author – Bert

I went into town at the weekend to buy some new shoes for work as my current ones were getting pretty scruffy, They were leather shoes but of a rugged style, not so formal but great for work. For comparison I wore them to the shoe shop and asked the assistant for a fairly similar pair in my size ( UK9) the assistant brought me three pairs to try on so I slipped my shoes off and tried the shoes on wearing my grey sports socks, I selected a pair which were comfortable to wear walking up and down the shop and quite smart enough for work. The assistant took them away to box them up for me, took the shoes I did not need away and I was then going to put my old shoes on, I looked under the chair where I had put them but they were not there, I searched all round and the assistant took time to help me look, but no joy they were nowhere to be seen. Obviously I blamed the store as in some way they had cleared mine away by accident.

The Manager came over and asked what the problem was and I explained to him and told him that my shoes needed finding. He said its simple just buy the shoes you have come in to buy and problem solved. No way man – I am buying nothing from you until I get my own shoes back as a starting point. He asked the assistant to put the shoes she had boxed away as the customer does not need them and proceeded to escort me from the shop wishing me a good day on my exit. I was furious and walked up the High Street in my socks wondering what was best to do now, had my shoes been stolen by a customer or had they been dumped in error by the store, I needed to find out as I did not like the idea of going home in socks, and I did have the money to buy shoes from another shop if I had to. I bought a coffee from a take away stall and sat and drank it while I worked out what to do. Several people going past pointed and joked at me being sat there in socks but it did not bother me too much. One lad asked what had happened to my shoes and when I told him he could not stop laughing, Its not funny you are not the one walking round in your socks, He chuckled would it make you happier if I were? Yeah I said without hesitation, that would be a laugh.

He sat down and un laced his Dr Marten boots, took them off and put them in his rucksack, happy now he said standing there in his rolled up jeans and red football sock. Lets go round the back of that shop check if they have thrown your shoes out. We went round the back of store and there was a large lidded rubbish skip there and sure enough it was full of old shoes, as not much time had passed if mine were in they would be on the top but – no luck nothing to be seen, I was still fuming at how that stuck up manager had treated me, I would not mind but he was my age or younger. Wil that we heard the back door being opened and out came the manager with a rubbish bin full of shoes to throw into the skip. I saw my shoes being thrown in and knew , somehow, that he was to blame. When he had gone back in the store we easily got my shoes out of the bin and was going to put them on, leave them off for the day said Finn – the lad I had met – and we decided to hang around for the day in socks for a laugh.

We did for a while went to the park rented a rowboat and had a fun day. I asked Finn what size his boots were 9 he said same size as me.  Ive never worn Dr Martens lets swap  –  cool he said but they are a bit beat up, so are mine that’s why I was going to buy new ones. I pulled the boots on and spent ages lacing them up and Finn put on my work shoes, he looked daft showing several inches of red sock though. The boots were not as beat up as Finn said and with a bit of polish they would be fine for work so I got my “new” shoes after all. Finn and I went our separate ways at the end of the day.

I wore the boots for several weeks but always with longer football socks to stop them chaffing. I must admit I enjoyed wearing Finn’s boots for a few weeks and still wear them sometimes.

The beach

Author – RJ

My friend and I decided to go down to the beach for an evening by the sea, playing pokemon go and getting some food. I was hoping maybe he would have some fun with my shoes as he had in the past and knows I find it fun. I slid on my old Etnies and we headed down to the coast.

When we got there we walked about playing Pokémon and ended up sat on a bench with a small hill just Infront of us. I started shoeplaying with my Etnies and even knocked his foot with one of them, but he didn’t do anything. So we walked on, got our good and ended up on the beach eating as it was starting to get dark. 

He finished before me and was showing me something on his phone so I was watching it and I said, “How much do you want to bury my shoe?”

“Yes, a lot!” With that he grabbed it off my foot and started using it as a spade and packing it full of sand. He then completely buried it in the sand. I have his phone back and went to unearth it when he grabbed my other one and threw it into a deep hole someone had already dug. I was worried he was gonna bury it in there which would have been almost impossible to find, but he didn’t. I dropped by other one on the edge as I went to get the one in the hole and he grabbed it again and started walking off. 

My shoe is in the rough sand above my feet.

I couldn’t see what he was doing but he dropped it and when I reached it he had unlaced it and left it with a lace just in one hole. I sat down to relace it and he grabbed my other one and walked off again. After I had relaced the one I had, I went after him but when I got to my shoe he had dropped the insole and the lace was gone. I thought he had buried them so started digging but couldn’t find them. I messaged and asked if they were there as he had sat at the edge of the beach to watch. He said they weren’t there so I spent the next 10 mins with him telling me hot or cold trying to find them along the darkening beach. Luckily I found them and headed over to him to relace my second shoe that day. 

We were chatting as I relaced and I put my shoe next to him as I brushed sand off my foot. He grabbed it and turned away, I didn’t realise but there was a small tub of water by a hut and he submerged my etnie in it. So I now had a wet shoe. I had no choice but to wear it back to the car. I was driving so I took it off as it was wet and threw it at him so it was down by his feet. 

Ah I was driving he picked it up and started doing something i couldn’t see as it was dark. He then put his window down and tied it to the wingmirror. I couldn’t do anything as I was driving. He started to pull the lace so the knot was getting looser. Luckily it didn’t fall but he then trapped the lace in the window so we were driving and that was the only thing holding the shoe up. He then sat for the rest of the drive (20mins) with his finger on the window button and me wondering if I was gonna lose a shoe. He didn’t drop it so I have both shoes. “Here you go, have a momento,” he said as he passed it back. “You might not get it next time…”

So I’m intrigued what might happen next time 🙈

Fan belt

Author – Ed

  I guess when we start driving we think we know everything about how things work but in truth most of us know next to nothing Bill and I were driving home from town on a Saturday night, its about a 25 mile drive and as we had neither of us past our test long we were taking it easy. All of a sudden the red light came on on the dashboard and Bill pulled into a layby so we could look at what had happened, neither of  us knew much about cars. We looked under the bonnet and with the light from our phones we could see that the fan belt had broken and fallen off. We looked puzzled and wondered what to do, I remembered that my Mum had said that this had happened to Dad years ago and she had used her tights to replicate the fan belt and got home safely. Neither of us – not surprisingly – were wearing tights so that idea was a non starter. Maybe said Bill we could use our trainer laces so we both took off our trainers and took out the laces, my Nikes had pretty good laces as they were nearly new and Bills Converse All star laces were quite long. We threw our trainers into the car as it was hard to keep them on without laces. Using the torch function on our phones we could see where the fan belt should go are carefully put the laces over the pulley things in place of the belt, tied the laces tightly with as small a knot as we could manage and we were good to go. The car was a beat up Vauxhall Astra but as a first car it was not too bad and Bill had worked hard to buy it and pay the £1200 for the insurance. The car started first time the red light went out and seemed to be fine so we set off slowly, we were now less than 10 miles from home so things should be good. Bill drove in his white socks and I sat in the passenger seat in my green striped socks. About 2 miles from home there was a big bang and the red light came on again. Trainer laces have broken said I sagely – thanks for the info mate said Bill pulling off the road – now we are stuffed. We searched the car for anything we might use, to be fair Bills boot was a bit of an unknown territory and a place of mystery. After half an hour of frantic searching we came up empty handed. Bill was obviously thinking, you could tell by his puzzled expression. We could rip our T shirts into strips and use them, not sure I said taking off my T shirt and looking at it closely decided it wouldn’t work and put it back on. Bill disappeared into the hedges at the side of the road and came back a few minutes later with muddy socks and holding his boxers, If we can get that elastic waistband off intact that would work, lets have yours too Ed. I did not want to get my socks muddy so dropped my trousers where we were and handed Bill my boxers, putting my trousers on quickly. Bill had nearly dismantled his boxers leaving just the blue waistband in his hands, we tried it over the pulleys but it was way too big for the job, I said double it round see how that is It fits says Bill lets have yours – no I said lets run with yours first and then if it breaks weve still got mine as a back up – sounds like plan said bill pulling socks off he did not want to get the car muddy. The car started and ran all the way to bills with no issue, I lived just round the corner so could walk home carrying my trainers. Bills Dad was still up so we told him what had happened – he could not stop laughing, he explained that a car will run OK without a fan bely for a short distance, the battery will not charge and it may overheat, it would surely have done the last couple of miles. Lesson learned you lads need to go on a car maintenance course at college.