Carl the Criminal – Part 4

Author – Jay

Being returned to his cell Carl noticed that Alan’s trainers had gone but the boots remained outside the cell opposite.
He hoped his mate had been released but wished those boots belonged to the young copper and not some workman locked up for the night.
Carl passed the time in his cell fantasising about the young copper being locked up too in his police uniform without his boots. He really wished he could see through walls to watch the owner of the boots in their socked feet. It was wishful thinking as coppers don’t lock each other up, because all coppers bent. Carl had no love for any of them.
He was also curious to know how his mate Alan experienced being locked up after getting arrested for the first time.
Daylight arrived through the thick square glass blocks of the window, without any concept of time he just paced the cell in his socked feet.
It began to get dark again meaning he’d been locked up for nearly a full day. A few hours later the cell door opened, the young copper looked tired and dishevelled.
“Did you sleep here last night” said Carl noticing the boots were no longer outside the opposite cell. The officer ignored the question as he took Carl to the charge desk.
The wall clock showed it had been exactly 24 hours since he had been arrested, the maximum amount of time he can be locked up before being charged or released. He called the copper a sadistic bastard, the sergeant said his officer had been indisposed up until now. The young copper didn’t look too pleased with his sergeant.
He was charged with the break-in and released on bail until summonsed to court.
His phone, wallet and his trainers were being seized as evidence so he would be leaving custody shoeless, he didn’t care as he just wanted to be out of there.
He walked away from the police station in his socked feet to retrieve the hidden teenagers trainers.
It took longer than he had anticipated especially without shoes. He found the garden but couldn’t find the trainers in any of the bushes.
‘Not again’ he thought to himself hoping the copper hadn’t already found them.
A security light illuminated the lawn as a young guy appeared from the house and asked Carl what he was doing in his garden.
“I’m searching for my shoes” said Carl as the guy looked at his socked feet and laughed.
“My dad found these whilst gardening yesterday and gave them to me” said the guy looking down at his own feet.
“Well you can take them off and give them back” said Carl.
“Make me” said the guy telling Carl to leave the garden or he’ll call the police.
“And tell them what exactly?” asked Carl. “That an intruder refuses to leave because your wearing his shoes, they’ll probably arrest you!”. The young guy said nothing.
“How about you giving me my trainers and I won’t need to return later and smash all your windows” said Carl menacingly.
The guy glared at Carl but he knew that losing the shoes was cheaper than replacing glass, so he sat on his doorstep and pulled off the black Asic trainers.
“Socks too” said Carl. The lawn had recently been watered and his own socks where now damp. The guy peeled off his black socks and put them inside the trainers. Carl made him walk across the wet grass in his bare feet carrying the trainers. Carl told him to empty his pockets.
“Give me your money and I’ll totally forget about your house, especially the windows”
The guy gave Carl £40 in the hope that he doesn’t return. Carl grabbed the shoes and socks and ran down the street.
The barefoot guy walked inside his house wondering how he managed to get robbed of his money, shoes and socks in his own front garden.
Carl sat on a wall and pulled the damp socks off his feet and put the guys black socks on and then the trainers. His feet felt warm and cosy after spending more than a day without shoes. He walked back to the main road hoping to get a taxi with the money he had just illegally gained.
A car pulled up, not a taxi but a police car. It was the young copper who looked down at Carl’s feet.
“Think you have some explaining to do” he said as he got out of the car and arrested Carl again.
Back at the custody suite Carl was told to remove the Asics trainers from his feet. The young copper placed them in an evidence bag and gave them to the sergeant.
“One pair of missing sports shoes suspected to have been stolen” he said smiling greatly at the sergeant who’s bearded face looked worried.
Carl was escorted in his recently acquired black socks to a cell. He layed down and stared at the ceiling wondering how long this detention would last. After several hours he heard laughter outside his cell. He recognised the voice of the young copper “Come on let’s be having them boots off, I’m sure the day shift will take care of them”. Carl heard more laughter as he heard a cell door slam shut.
A few minutes later Carls cell door opened and he was ordered out. Without hesitation Carl was on his feet out the door. The copper stopped at another cell and opened the door hatch and said to the occupier of the cell “Hope you’re comfortable in there, rather unlucky for you that it’s the weekend” before slamming the door hatch shut. Outside the door was an unoccupied pair of boots same as the coppers boots but bigger. He happily escorted Carl to the charge desk were another sergeant charged Carl with the theft of the trainers and given bail again.
For the third time and in his third pair of socks he walked away from the police station shoeless. At least he had money to get a taxi home.
The taxi driver never questioned why Carl was without shoes, he had picked up many fares outside the police station in the early hours. Mostly men, if they had hangovers after a night in the cells they’d probably lost their footwear before getting arrested or if sober they were more likely to be burglars getting their shoes confiscated as evidence. He didn’t care, he just knew his passengers were in no position to do a runner from his taxi in socked feet.
The taxi pulled up behind Alans car, Carl noticed him asleep inside, he banged on the window to wake him.
Alan got out of the car.
“Where’s your trainers? asked Carl.
“It’s a long story” said Alan as both shoeless guys walked into the house after Carl retrieved his door key from the flower bed.


Alan’s story to follow.

Drunk night out

Author – Nate

Saturday night I got a call from my friend’s saying to come over and have some drinks before going out to a bar for a live show concert. I got ready and put on my brand new all black and gray Hey Dude shoes and drove to my buddy’s house where I met him and his girlfriend to start drinking. We still had quite awhile till the show started so we decided to get his golf cart out and cruise around his little acreage to kill some time. We all jumped on the cart and took off we started down a hill and ended up down in some really tall grass that the cart was struggling to power through so we started to put our legs out the side to help push the cart. We were almost out of the brush when I feel my right foot pull outta my new shoe like something grabbed it, I pull my leg up and sure enough just my white no show sock on my right foot. By the time I told my buddy we were quite away away from the spot but we turned around and drove back through, we only had our cell phones for lights and it was pretty dark looking for a black shoe. Well we drove through a few times and no luck so his girlfriend suggest we go get some flashlights from the house to see better, we drove back to the house and she jumps off and runs inside to find some lights while me and my buddy grab some more beers. She returns with some flashlights and the she said here take my slide as she slipped off her right Adidas slide and hands me it while she puts one of her own vans sneaker on her white socked foot. I laugh because now both of us are wearing mismatched shoes but she said lets go find your shoe! So we jump back on the golf cart and go back to the brush, we’ll after about 30 minutes still no luck we decided to give up, we head back to the house empty handed and grabbed a few drinks as a consolidation prize. Sitting there I ask so what am I going to do when we go to the show? We all kinda laughed and my buddy said just go in one shoe, I said no way, so his girlfriend said well just borrow my slide for the night and return it when you go home, I agree as she slipped her left slide off her foot and put on her matching vans sneaker. We head into town and get to the bar, I kept saying I should’ve just left my shoe behind and wore both slides but everyone liked the mismatched look. Well at the end of the night my friends got a ride home lined up and said they were leaving and said she said hey I need my slide back, so I was in one shoe again as they left, I had a ride from another friend who wasn’t quite ready to leave so I was just sitting at the bar hanging around when I slipped out of my left shoe, I wasn’t paying attention to my lone shoe but when I put my foot down I couldn’t feel it, I look down and no shoe was to be seen, I look around and down the bar I see a group of mostly women passing something around and laughing. I’m sure it was my missing shoe someone must have kicked it away from my bar stool, right about then my buddy says ok lets go. I had no choice but to just take my looses for the night and leave the bar in my once white socks. I get home and think damn I actually lost 3 shoes all in one night.

Walking on water

Author – Shoe Guy

The guys wanted fast food but the girls wanted a restaurant. The guys were persistent wanting burgers then beers. Sara knew that Mark always got his way meaning herself, Janine and Beth would not be dining in a restaurant. They had been walking around the marina when Sarah spotted kids playing in those walking water balls in the harbor.
“If you go in those balls guys I’m sure we can be persuaded to go get a burger,” said Sara.
Mark looked at the balls floating on the water and smiled with delight telling Ron and Chad, “guys let’s get some fun!”
They cheered as they walked down the jetty, paid the young attendant before giving the girls the rest of their money and cell phones. As Chad stepped inside a ball the attendant stopped him, “No shoes in the ball,” he said looking down at Chad’s sneakers.
Carl kicked off his Nikes giving them to Beth, Mark and Ron did the same. They stood in their socked feet as the attendant sealed them inside and began inflating the balls.
When completed the three guys ran off the jetty into the water, Ron thought it was weird running into the water without getting wet. They played around like little kids running at speed into each other causing them to fall over whilst laughing out loud.
When their time on the water was up they walked back to the jetty and waited for the attendant to pull the balls out of the water. Mark and Ron sat crossed legged, probably with exhaustion, Chad laid on his back with his white socked feet up in the air on the wall of the ball. They eventually got out, their socks became damp from the wet jetty.
Mark asked the attendant if he knew where the girls had gone.
“Restaurant!” he said. Mark asked him which restaurant but he didn’t know.
“Did they leave our shoes?” asked Chad looking around for his sneakers. The attendant said they had taken them.
They walked in their socked feet towards the busy food area of the marina. Their damp socks quickly became dirty.
At the first restaurant they walked inside looking for their girlfriends, the waiter asked them to leave telling them, “No shoes, no service.” Diners quickly looked down at their shoeless feet, they quickly left feeling embarrassed.
They repeated the sock walk until they had ran out of restaurants to search.
“God damn it!” Shouted Chad with embarrassment and frustration. With no money, cell phones or shoes they where stranded in the marina. They sat in the shade like three shoeless vagrants hoping their girlfriends reappear when Ron spotted a big yellow ‘M’ sign way off over the other side of the marina.
“Let’s try McDonald’s!” He said.
It took longer than expected without shoes, they passed the water balls, the attendant stared at their shoeless feet smiling just before they reached McDonald’s. As they stepped inside they could see their girlfriends talking with their sneakers under the table.
“Where have you been and what have you been doing?” Asked Sara looking at her boyfriends very dirty socked feet.
Mark was angry shouting “You told the water guy that you had gone to a restaurant!”
“McDonald’s Restaurant, you bozo!” She retorted. “Beth needed to use the restroom, when we returned you had gone, the attendant claimed not to have known which direction you had taken.”
“Why take our shoes?”
“We didn’t want some kid kicking them in the water or getting stolen!” Replied Beth.
The girls stormed out getting into a passing taxi as the guys put on their sneakers before visiting the restroom. Realising their girlfriends had gone, they where grateful they had shoes on their feet for the long walk home as they had no cell phones or money.
“We should go ask the water ball guy for a ride home, it’s his fault for being so god damn vague!” Said an angry Mark.

My nickname

Author – Steve

This story is how I came to get my nickname and was the most humiliating day that I cam remember. It was my first day at university and I was hanging about with some newly made mates in town, we had a full day planned ahead ending with a party at a guys house on the far side of town. We were looking over the bridge into the river and for a laugh one of the lads kicked one of my Adidas slides over the edge into the water leaving me stood in one she and one white sock, the socks were new very white and made my size 11 feet very noticeable. We looked everywhere for the missing shoe but it was nowhere to be seen, I did not want to be thought of a soft lad who got upset easily so I said “sod it” and decided to carry on with one shoe, the weather was dry and warm and it was not a problem. We spent the day hanging out and a few people remarked about my missing shoe. The day passed and my socked foot soon began to show wear and tear, the sock was no longer white more a sort of grubby grey. I debated whether top throw the remaining shoe in a bin but decided against it. We arrived at the party about six and the nickname was born “one shoe Steve” and I have lived with it ever since with mates often pulling off one of my shoes so that I lived up to my name even if the weather was rainy or snowy I was forced to walk back from wherever we had been in one socked foot on some occasions I even went out wearing only one shoe to save them the trouble.

Begging for my boots

Author – Steve

Begging for my boots – Steve I was on my way home After a great night out with mates and was a bit less than an hours walk from home, horrible night cold and rainy. I was wearing my blue hoody a shirt jeans boxers white crew socks with red stripes toes and heels and Cat boots. As it was raining I was walking a bit sort of head down and rounding a corner I almost bumped into a group of 4 lads, they blocked my path and I was sure they were up to no good. They looked about my age ,18, and being only one of me I was a bit scared. One said “ what size are them boots kid “ 10 I said “hand them over kid I want them “ I cant mate I said its raining and I cant walk home in my socks. Another lad said give us your phone and cash and I might let you keep the boots, I reluctantly did as I was told and as I did so he noticed my watch and demanded that, still I kept my boots at least. The smallest lad was laughing and said “ he really wants to keep those boots, Ill bet he would get on his knees and beg for them”. The first lad said “do it, each of us in turn – get begging” I had no choice I got on my knees on the rainy streets and begged each of them to let me keep the boots as apart from walking home I needed them for work in the morning, The first 3 lads said I could keep them as they were the wrong size for them, the last lad said “ no I said at the start I wanted them and I still do we are going to keep taking your stuff till I get the boots“ come on I begged please please just let me go I have given you everything guys my cash my phone I have got nothing to give you. Oh you have one lad said, if we don’t get the boots who knows what we will have off you, just the boots fella and you can go he laughed pulling my shirt and hoodie off over my head. I was terrified and wanted out and bent down to un lace my boots. Stop messing said the smaller lad kick em off. I did as I was told and stood on the cold wet pavement in my white socked feet. The lad took off his scruffy white trainers and barefoot put my boots on. Thanks he said – great fit – go on **** off home. I turned and ran glad to have escaped, me feet were cold and wet after only a short distance I was not looking forward to the walk home in socks cold wet shirtless and humiliated.