They Took My Shoe

Author – Rick

” I am the youngest. I have one older step-sister named Lynn and one older step-brother named Bobby. There twins. My dad married their mom on Dec.12, so it’s all-new. I never had siblings. The youngest gets picked on who new. It doesn’t help when your new siblings don’t like having a younger brother because they have to give up what they call the game room so you have a bedroom. But if you complain, you’re not trying to make it work.
The other day started pretty standardly. I had to wait for my sisters to get out of the bathroom for me to get in. When she finally got out of the bathroom, I had no time left. I ran to my room to grab my shoes put them on, grabbed my backpack, and ran downstairs. My brother was at the door waiting for the bus, so I sat down on the stairs and waited. The bus came, and the 3 of us got up and walked out the door. I was the first one walking out the door, but then Lynn stepped on my heel and Bobby shoved me back, so I was the last one out the door. I just grabbed my shoe, closed and locked the front door, and hopped to the bus. When I got on, I went back to my seat.

We have assigned seats. My brother Bobby sits next to me and my sister Lynn sits in front of me. My sister’s friend, Lori, sits next to her. The 3 of them pick on me. I have the aisle seat, so my brother purposely gives me no room on the seat, so my leg is in the aisle holding me in my seat so I don’t fall out. Lynn keeps kicking my foot, saying, get your foot out of the aisle. I fall in the aisle about every other time my shoe comes off because I could never get it tied after Lynn stepped on my heel.
Finally, we made the first stop at the high school. As my sister got up, she kicked my foot. I feel in the aisle. My brother stepped over me and a few others as my sister’s friend Lori stepped over me, my sister Lynn kicked me. I kicked her back before pulling back my foot. Lori grabbed it. My high top slid off of my white socked foot. Lori looked at me as she kept walking. It would have been best if you had tied your shoe Cinderfella. Lynn, Bobbie, and Lori ran off the bus and into the high school with my right Nike Air Presto Mid Utility.
I got back in my seat and the bus pulled away before I realized what she did, when my bus made it to the middle school, I got up and had to hop on one foot off the bus with my left high top and my right foot with just a white sock because the ground was wet. I hopped into the school to my lockers and then to class. As I was sitting there waiting, the kid next to me asked where my shoe was. I said my sister’s friend stole it. Everyone stared at my feet and asked me where my shoe was. I kept telling everyone that my sister’s friend had stolen it. When I walked in, my teacher saw my socked foot but never said anything about it. It made me uncomfortable, but I couldn’t do anything but try and hide my white socked foot behind my foot with a black high top. Once first period was over, I walked to my next class. Once again, everyone stared at my feet and asked questions. When I made it to my next class, my teacher asked me where my shoe was. I told him that my sister’s friend had took it. Then lunch rolled around. I walked to the cafeteria, got a food tray, and sat down with my friends. They asked where my shoe was, and I said my sister’s friend had taken it. By this point, I got asked many questions, and everyone stared at me. Finally, it was over.
The high schoolers were already on the bus. When I got on the bus, I walked down the aisle to my seat. While I walked down the aisle, my feet were the thing that everyone was looking at. When I made it to my seat Lori, said, how was your day at school, Cinderfella. They laughed. When I sat down, my brother shoved me in the aisle again. I asked Lori if I could have my shoe back. Lori said, that’s up to Lynn. I gave it to her. I asked Lynn if I could have my shoe back. Lynn said I gave it to bobby; I asked Bobby. He told O, I didn’t know it was yours. I put it in lost and found. The bus finally made it home we went in. When I tried to tell what happened, I got told siblings’ fight. All three of you better find common ground.
“

The resturant

Author – Jman

“Jake and Heather had tickets for a concert that they had been wanting to go to for a long time. They decided to go to dinner before going to the concert. They were both dressed up. Jake had black dress shoes and Heather was wearing high heels. They arrived at the restaurant and Shelly, the hostess, welcomed them. She said to them that before they sat down she would have to take their shoes. She explained, “”Because of staff shortages, we need to do what we can to keep the floors as clean as possible. Also because of staff shortages, it has become too easy for people to leave the restaurant without paying. Because of this I need to take your shoes.”” “”No problem,”” Jake replied. Jake and Heather both took off their shoes. They really did not mind doing that as their dress shoes were very uncomfortable. Shelly then took their shoes and placed them in a shoe locker. She told them that when they paid their bill after the meal, they would get their shoes back.

Shelly then showed them to their table. They walked through the restaurant in their socked feet. Angela, the waitress, came and took their order. The shoeless couple enjoyed their dinner. Heather then looked at her watch and realized that it was getting close to the time to head to the concert. They wanted to pay their bill, get their shoes back and be on their way. Yet, when it was time to pay their bill, Shelly and Angela were nowhere to be found and so they could not pay their bill and get their shoes back.

It was getting closer and closer to concert time. Jake suggested that they should just leave and forget about getting their shoes back. Heather replied, “”But then we would have to go to the concert in our socks.”” Jake replied, “”If we wait for our server to give us our bill, we may not go to the concert at all.”” Heather replied, “”So what do we do?””

What should they do?”

Working without shoes

Author – Brad

“Harry the arrogant confectionery salesman arrived at my store for his weekly visit. A professional bullshitter, always offering discounts that never appeared on billing invoices.
‘Hey Brad I’ve got a free promo stand and discount for a new chocolate bar’ he said. I told him I wasn’t interested but he promised 50% discount if he could place the stand at the entrance. I agreed but he would have to move cases of drinks away from the entrance first.

I returned a short while later to find him erecting his promotion stand without moving the cases of drinks. I told him he needed to move the drinks to the back of the store but he insisted there was no need as he slurped on a bottle of Dr Pepper. I insisted that he moved the stock. I asked if he had paid for the Dr Pepper, he assured me he had.
I checked my security cameras, he had taken the drink from the chilled cabinet without paying.
I remembered reading about a shopkeeper on where’smysneaks, I never dared doing what he did but now was my chance with the lousy salesman.
Perry was working the cash register, I asked for his shoes, he looked at me strangely. “”I’ll explain later””, I said.
He hesitantly kicked off his blue Asics trainers I picked them up leaving him behind the counter in his white no show socks. I put his trainers inside an unused safe in my office.
I asked Harry who was still drinking the Dr Pepper to come to my office.
He sat down, he was wearing a suit and black leather dress shoes, could I succeed in getting them off his feet. I was nervously excited.
“”You haven’t paid for that drink””, I said. He still claimed he had which annoyed me further.
I told him I dont like thieves or liars and I needed to report him to his manager.
“”OK I’m sorry””, he said without remorse as he got some coins from his pocket and placed them on the desk.
“”Too late””, I said as I picked up the phone.
“”It’s only a soft drink””, he said arrogantly.
I opened the safe and showed him the Asics trainers.
“”I took these from the last person who stole from me””, I said.
He looked down at his shoes.
“”You want me to give you my shoes for taking a lousy Dr Pepper””, he said.
“”Yes””, I replied.
He laughed nervously telling me that he couldn’t do that. I picked up the phone again.
“”They are the only pair I have and I must visit other customers today””, he pleaded.
“”I take the shoes from anyone who steals from me as an alternative punishment, they usually get them back later””, I said.
His arrogance had gone as he still pleaded with me.
“”Take off your shoes and we’ll discuss what we can do or I’ll be making that call to your boss””, I said. He reluctantly took them off revealing black ribbed socks on his feet.
I could smell the leather as I picked them up.
“”These look expensive””, I said as I placed them on a worktop counter.
“”They are””, he said as he looked down at his socked feet.
His eyes became focused on his now confiscated shoes on the counter top. I smiled, I had succeeded in getting him out of his shoes.
I told him to go and pay for the drink and return to the office.
“”You want me to go into the store without shoes on my feet?””, he asked.
“”Yes””.
He picked up his coins, he looked down at his feet, blushed with embarrassment as he walked out onto the shopfloor in his socks.
I watched him on the security camera. A shoeless guy paying a shoeless shop assistant for his drink. I picked up his shoes and placed them in the safe next to Perry’s trainers, then locked it.
Harry returned and showed me his receipt as proof, he looked on the counter, “”Where are my shoes?””, he asked.
I told him they where safely locked away until I was ready to give them back.
He blushed again as he said he needed to finish his work in my store then move on to his next customer and he needed his shoes to do that.
I looked down at his shoeless feet and smiled.
“”You can work without shoes, the humility will teach you not to steal or lie, we’ll discuss your lack of footwear when your done. And don’t forget to move all those cases of drinks to the back of the store””, I said.
He again looked down at his shoeless feet with frustration before walking back onto the shopfloor. I followed him, his face was red with embarrassment as he carried my stock to the back of the store in his suit and socked feet.
“”Where’s his shoes?””, asked Perry inquisitively.
“”I confiscated them for stealing””, I said.
“”Where are my shoes?””, he asked looking down at his own socked feet.
“”I need to speak to you about them””, I said telling him to come to my office at the end of his shift.
“”I can’t stand here all day in my socks””, he said.
“”No you can’t, whilst it’s quiet you can help Harry move that stock””, I said as I returned to the office.
I hadn’t lied to Harry when I said the trainers in the safe had come from the last person who had stolen from me. I had seen Perry eating a Mars bar without paying so his shoes where staying in the safe too.
As I watched Harry and Perry on the security camera carrying stock through the store in their socked feet, I couldn’t decide if they deserved their shoes back or not when they both finished work!

Bad Decisions

Autor – lrsocks

” Butch wasn’t a bad person; he just made bad decisions. He seemed to always end up in trouble over simple stuff. Butch’s brother had given him simple instructions: Here is the money to take the bus. Come to my job, and we will go Christmas shopping after work. Butch decided to pocket the money and walk to his brother’s job. On his way Butch passed a house on the other side of the street with people out in the yard. A ball rolled out of the yard and into the street toward him. Butch decided to kick the ball instead of picking it up. In mid-kick he remembered that he always wore his Adidas Hardcourt Hi sneakers really loose. He watched the ball and his right sneaker fly into the air and back down toward the people in the yard. The ball hit a small kid in the head while his sneaker hit one of the other people in the face.
Butch watched as the guy put his hand to his face, picked up his sneaker, and looked over at the kid that had gotten hit with the ball. He then looked toward Butch with a glare on his face. Three of the guys started toward him. Butch decided to run. The guys started chasing him screaming profanities at him. Butch couldn’t run fast because he only had on one sneaker and it was too loose. As he rounded a corner he lost his left sneaker. He was about to go back but remembered that he was being chased.
He ducked into an alley behind a dumpster. He watched as the guys stopped and picked up his left sneaker. They began to laugh and high five each other when they realized what they had gotten. They turned and went back the other way. Butch wondered why they stopped chasing him. All of a sudden he realized that he had hidden the money in his left sneaker. He looked down at his white Adidas black striped sock feet. He was now shoeless and money-less. He could not go to his brother’s job shoeless. He couldn’t even catch the bus now that his money was gone.
Butch remembered that his brother’s house wasn’t too far from where he was hiding. He decided to go to his house and borrow a pair of his sneakers. Butch avoided going around people when he could. Most of the people he passed pointed and laughed at his situation. It did not bother him because he would not be shoeless for long. He finally made it to his brother’s house. He did not have a key, so he decided to go around back and break into the house.
Butch was glad that his brother’s house had a high back fence. No one would see him break into the house. Butch found a small window and used his knife to work the lock open. What Butch did not realize was that his brother had installed a silent alarm on his house. His brother had gotten an alert on his phone about the break-in. His brother watched as two white socked black striped feet slid into the window. Not a few minutes later he got a call from the police asking if he wanted them to investigate. Butch’s brother said yes.
Butch chose his brother’s black, red and white Air Jordan 1 sneakers to wear. He slipped them on realizing that his brother’s feet were a whole size bigger than his feet. Butch had to tie the laces really tight so that the sneakers would not slip off his feet. The motion sensor picked up him climbing out of the window to which his brother only saw his sneakers leaving out. He alerted the police that the thief had on black, red and white Air Jordan 1s.
Butch left the back yard and headed to his brother’s job. On the way he passed the cop car that was headed to his brother’s house. He didn’t realize that they were after him. He didn’t bother to run or stay out of sight. The policeman noticed the sneakers on Butch’s feet. He made a u-turn and pulled up next to Butch. The policeman on the passenger side told Butch to stop. Butch wondered what this was about. He began to panic realizing his earlier incident with the ball and his shoe. He had no idea it was about him breaking into his brother’s house.
The officer asked him to remove his left sneaker. Butch didn’t want any trouble, so he did as he was told. The officer took the sneaker, looked in the inside and nodded to his partner. He told Butch to put his hands on the car; he was under arrest. Butch thought how could he be arrested for a mistake. The officer did not bother to give him the sneaker back. He was placed in the back of the car in one right sneaker and one left white sock.
Once they arrived at the station the people there watched as Butch was led to the back with only one sneaker. The officer told him to remove the remaining sneaker before placing him in a holding cell. Butch tried to explain that it was an accident and that he was sorry. The officer just said sure, an accident. Butch still did not realize what he had done. The officer called Butch’s brother to tell him that they had caught the thief and retrieved his sneakers.
Butch’s brother wondered why Butch had not shown up at his job like he had asked him to. He knew Butch did what Butch wanted to do when he wanted to do it. He had no idea that it was his brother that he had saw breaking in and out of this house. Because of Butch’s hoodie his brother never knew it was him. He came down to the police station to claim his sneakers. After proving that they were in deed his sneakers, the officers asked if he wanted to see the thief and press charges. He told him yes, he would like to press charges, but no he did not want to see him.
Butch’s bad decisions had gotten him into another bad situation. Butch spent the night in jail and was released the next morning. He had no shoes to wear, so he walked through the station in his sock feet and out the front door toward his brother’s house. He was given a phone call, but he was too embarrassed to call and tell anyone why he had been locked up. When he made it to his brother’s house, he apologized for not meeting him. After his brother noticed he was shoeless, Butch told his brother about the incident with his shoes and that is why he did not meet him.
Butch did not want to tell him that he had lost his Air Jordan 1 sneakers. His brother told him about the break-in and how they had caught the thief. He told Butch that it was a relief that he had gotten his sneakers back and that the thief had been charged. Butch then realized that he was the thief and that his brother would be even more upset at him if he realized that it was him as well. Butch decided not to tell his brother.”

Borrowing The Work Shoes of a Colleague

Author – Jayme

“True Story

So for the last 2 years I have been working as a bartender for a club in the city. Its an amazing place to work, great customers, good pay, and some amazing colleagues. All amazing except one, Ken. Ken is the sort of guy with no work ethic, lazy, bossy and only got the job through the nepotism of being mates with the manager. Despite the multiple peace offerings he continues to make work unpleasant.

The only good thing he has going for them is a large shoe size and a decent taste in footwear.

Every shift he would wear a pair of Size 11 Triple Black Ultraboosts. they were amazing but seeing him wear them almost turned me off the type altogether. Out of few staff who’s shoes were large enough for me to try on these shoes were top of my wish list, after so many shifts they way they were worn in moulded perfectly to his feet. the only problem. He wore them when he arrived to work, and every time he left work. other staff normally leave their work shoes in their locker as they would get wet, dirt or smell of beer after every shift, but not Ken. he kept them on 24/7.

That was until one day, whilst running late for my shift and frantically getting changed I noticed something, a pair of Triple Black Ultraboost’s left precariously on-top of the staff lockers. I knew that before the night was over I would have to try them on.

The shoes i wore to shift were a pair of cheap black leather shoes through months of service had began to fall apart, tears at the ankles, and souls close to falling off. I decided to speed up the degradation through my shift, deliberately scraping and pulling such to seperate the upper and the soul. Not long later my plan had worked, my work shoes were at such a point of damage that I asked a colleague to cover me whilst I change my shoes. Going back up to the staff room I take off my battered work shoes and pull down Kens from above the lockers.

I Slip his shoes on the size perfect, the laces perfectly adjusted for my fit, the comfort soft and firm where needed, and perfectly broken in, the foam insert perfectly laid out, feeling around I can feel his toe prints in the top of the shoe. They were super comfy, worn in in just the right places. This got me excited, I looked down as I examined the shoes, how amazing of a wish come true to try them on.

Walking downstairs the foam the material pressed up right close, the slight lack of grip due to the years of being worn down and trodden in. Returning to my post I was hoping my colleagues wouldn’t notice, he didn’t have many friends in the staffing body but they could be friendly enough to recognise his shoes and tell him. Thankfully I would have a plausible excuse, my shoes broke and his were the only ones that I could fit (which was a lie as i had the ones I wore in that day). Thankfully no-one noticed.

During the shift I took every opportunity to get close, getting down on one knee to pick up some rubbish perfect time to feel my foot through the material. Even during the washing up with warm soapy water flying everywhere nobody would mind if a bit got spilt here. By the end of the shift I ensured that he’s shoes were warm, wet and sweaty. A little bit of petty karma for a terrible person.

As they always say: “”Never judge someone, before you walk a mile in their shoes.”” Well I walked a mile in Kens shoes and I still have no idea whats going on inside that selfish mind of his.

The Party

Author – Lost Shoe

This happened about 3 months ago. So, I was at a party wearing Converse and some white socks. It was just a bunch of kids playing videos games, chatting about something, and wolfing down pizza and gulping down some Coca-Cola. That lasted about 3-4 hours until the football team arrived unannounced and they showed up in their gear when we were just in pajamas because it was a pajama party. So, anyways, they show up and bring beer. This is a problem mostly because we can’t drink any alcohol. Then, everyone started to get drunk while me, my friend, and a few other kids stayed sober. I started to walk out because the party was out of control. That is when some kid tackled me to the ground. He went for my shoe which I tied pretty tight. Then, one of the football players came out, pulled out a pocketknife, and cut the laces. They then thought was to burn the shoe. I walked home with one Converse and a white sock on my right foot.

The obliging police officer.

Author – Anon V

“I was halfway through a long car journey when I pulled over to take a rest. I decided to catch up on ‘Where’smysneaks’ on my phone. I was startled by a police officer watching me through the car window. I shouldn’t be using my phone at the wheel while the engine is running he said. He ordered me to turn off the engine and get out of the car. I complied and walked to his police car. I was ordered to face the car, spread my legs and place my hands on his car whilst he searched me. He took my phone, money and car keys from my pockets and placed them on the roof.
“”Kick your shoes off”” he demanded. I complied and he put them on the roof of his car too. He opened his rear door and told me to get in. As I sat shoeless inside the police car I watched him put my phone and money inside my Adidas sneakers and walk to my car, he locked them in the trunk.
He got back into the police car and drove off leaving my car at the roadside. I asked if I was going to jail but he said nothing.
Two miles along the road he pulled over, he opened the door and ordered me to get out, he gave me my car key.
“”Enjoy your shoeless walk back to your car, I hope to read about your experience in ‘Where’smysneaks’ he said as he got back in his car leaving me stranded on some dirt track in the middle of nowhere in my white crew socks.”

Carl the Criminal. Alan’s Story -Part 2

Author – Jay

“Put your shoes on and follow me” demanded a different policeman who took me to an interview room.
I noticed him looking at my trainers, ‘Must be a Nike fan’ I thought.
He wanted to know about the large sum of cash in the wallet and about the two phones in my possession when arrested.
“Are you a drug dealer?” he asked. I became worried with the accusation and only slightly relieved when he said he knew the money had been stolen.
I told him I was looking after it for a friend. He asked if that friend was Carl, I denied knowing him, Carl had always told me never to tell the police anything.
I said I have never broken the law before. He smiled telling me there’s always a first time.
“Take off your shoes”, he demanded.
“Why?”, I asked.
“I suspect your shoeprints will match those found at the crime scene”.
“I have done nothing wrong, I am innocent”.
He again demanded my shoes, I reluctantly took them off and handed them to him, with inquisitiveness he looked at the soles of my Nikes.
He gain asked if I knew Carl as he showed CCTV footage of him getting out of my car and giving his phone and wallet to me. I became embarrassed, I had lied and been caught out.
“If you already knew about Carl then why all the questions and why have you taken my shoes?”, I asked.
“You have lied in this interview, therefor you can not be trusted and I suspect you of being his accomplice and further investigation is needed” he said.
With a smug look on his face he sealed my Nikes in an evidence bag and told me I was going back to the cells.
I was beginning to understand why Carl totally disliked the police, even the bearded sergeant grinned as I passed his desk in my socked feet.
The cell door slammed shut for the third time tonight. I had been excited by curiosity the first time, concerned the second time but knew I was innocent but now I was scared.
My heart was racing faster than ever, I laid down and took deep breaths.
I was bizzarely pleased that he had taken away my trainers as they would not connect me to the crime scene. I started to relax and fell asleep.
I woke up realising I was still in the cell. I suddenly thought ‘what if Carl had worn my trainers whilst I was asleep on his couch, we share the same shoe size’.
He had given me his phone and wallet so not to incriminate himself but not his shoes. My now ex-girlfriend had warned me stay away from Carl, “He’ll get you into trouble” she had said and here I am locked up shoeless in a cell like a common criminal because of him.
Countless hours passed before the cell door opened, at the charge desk I am bailed pending further enquiries. I was so relieved to be getting out, I put on my belt and hoodie that had been confiscated along with my car key. I looked down at my shoeless feet.
“Where’s my trainers and phone” I asked.
“Seized as evidence” said the grinning sergeant.
“I can’t leave in my socks” I protested.
“Get him out of here” said the bearded sergeant telling the young officer to return back to the custody desk at the end of his shift.
“Yes sarge” said the unhappy policeman as he escorted me out of the building in my socked feet.
Although it was still early people were heading to work so I tried covering my face with my hood as I did the shoeless walk of shame outside the police station.
“Where’s your shoes dude” shouted a builder laughing from inside his parked van.
“Ignore him mate, I’ve stood where you are many times in my socks after the pigs kept my trainers, all coppers are bastards” said his young passenger empathising.
I walked past queuing traffic at red lights, my dirty white socks stood out like beacons.
An hour later I reached my car. I drove to Carl’s house desperately needing to shower and dress for work. He still wasn’t home, I thought about breaking a window but his neighbours do not know me and they could report a break-in, I don’t want to be dragged naked out of the shower by over zealous coppers and get locked up again.
With my trainers seized by the police and my work shoes locked inside Carl’s house I didn’t know what to do. Although we are allowed to dress casually for work every Friday arriving without shoes would be far too casual so I needed to tell them I was ill.
I had enough loose coins inside the car to call work from a payphone and to get breakfast from a McDonald’s drive-thru. I then parked up outside of Carls house waiting for him to arrive. I waited all day, my car was my new prison, without shoes I couldn’t really leave. It was cold but I preferred the car to the police cell the previous night.
It was Saturday morning when Carl tapped on the car window, I noticed he too was shoeless as he retrieved his key from the flowerbed. Our shoes are probably together on a shelf in some forensics lab. Carl had some explaining to do to assure me that I won’t be getting arrested again.