The Train Encounter

Author – Jock

I had been a bad boy and was about to lose my driving licence so had to sell my car. I drove it to its new owner 50 miles away and caught the train home. I had to get used to public transport from now on, a good point was being able to look at my phone while moving, after a few TikTok videos I decided to catch up on Wheresmysneaks. I searched for stories about losing shoes on trains. With nobody else in the carriage I decided to kick off my white Adidas superstars, I placed them infront of the aisle seat making them visible to anyone passing as I sat by the window, aware of being shoeless I related myself to the stories I was reading.
At the next stop a guy entered my carriage, I watched him in my peripheral vision looking at my shoes as he passed my seat. I quickly glanced to see him seated several rows behind in an aisle seat. He would be able to see my shoes but not my feet.
I visualised the train stopping, him running down the aisle grabbing my trainers at the last moment and getting off leaving me stranded on the train in my socks. I smiled I was reading too many stories on ‘wheresmysneaks’.
I was so engrossed reading that I hadn’t noticed he had moved to the seat behind me and could see my phone screen. He startled me when he said it was a good website, he was literally above my head leaning over my seat. I immediately blanked my screen and checked to ensure my shoes where still there. I felt embarrassed being caught out. Nice trainers he said. I put them back on my feet. He said he wasn’t going to steal them.
I was just reading about somebody losing their shoes, no offence mate.
None taken he said as he discussed ‘Wheresmysneaks’.
He said he had worried the site had finished as no new content had been published for months but was relieved to see it had updated recently. Perhaps RJ had enacted upon some of the stories and got caught, had he been in jail or been abducted and trapped shoeless in a cellar of a victim. We both laughed but agreed he probably just had different priorities these days.
I relaxed as we both had something in common, we talked about some of the stories, shoe confiscation or getting robbed amongst others but we both agreed that being stranded shoeless in public was best.
He suggested we could have some fun, leave your shoes with me and get off at the next stop then I’ll get off with them at the stop after. You will have to catch the next train and travel it shoeless for one stop where I’ll be waiting with your Superstars. I said I was unsure about that even though It thrilled me.
You know you really want to he said looking at my feet.
I don’t know you I told him. Take a photo of me and report me to the police if you don’t see me or your shoes again.
The train was slowing, let’s do it I said, my hands were shaking as I gave him my Adidas Superstars. My pulse was beating very fast as I walked to the door. The train stopped I hesitated but somebody from the next carriage was stood behind me. I stepped onto the platform in my socked feet, the person behind looked at my feet then at me strangely before walking off. I walked along the outside of the carriage in my socks to see the guy waving my Adidas Superstars through the window. My pulse beated faster than ever as I watched the train leave the station with my shoes on board.
It was a rural station, no buildings just a platform between two rail tracks, fortunately it was empty. I looked at the timetable, I had an hour to wait for the next train standing in a bright orange tee, black shorts and white Adidas crew socks. What had I done.

My College Friends – The Beginning

Author – John

My name is John. I had a group of friends in college that liked to do one thing – steal my shoes right off my feet.

Carl was my roommate in the dorms. He struggled with writing papers, which I was good at, so I helped him and he introduced me to a couple of his friends and I helped them too. They also had a couple other friends who needed help, and it wasn’t long before all 6 of us started hanging out.

They were all former high school athletes, so they were all bigger than me. I was also the youngest too, and it wasn’t long before I was treated as the kid brother of the group – always getting picked on by the bigger guys. This led to my shoes always getting snatched off my feet.

It started one night a couple months into the semester. Ted and Adam lived in a house off campus, so we hung out there most of the time. One night I helped them all with their papers and then we started drinking. The drinking led to the former high school athletes rough-housing and wrestling. I just stood off to the side and watched them be drunk and stupid.

After several bouts, Adam looked at me and said “okay John, let’s go. Your turn.” I’m not a small guy, but I definitely didn’t stand a chance against any of these guys. “No thanks, I’m good” I said, but the others soon joined in, wanting me to try and wrestle a guy much bigger and stronger than me. Adam ended up grabbing my arm and dragging me to the center of the room. “Ever been taken down before?” Adam asked. I didn’t understand wrestling at the time, so I just said “huh?” The next thing I knew, I was on the floor on my side with Adam on top of me holding me down. Everyone started laughing at me, so I knew I should put up some kind of fight. I started getting loose, which surprised me and Adam. “He’s a squirmer! Hold him still!” Adam yelled. I felt a pair of hands clamp down on my ankles and heels to hold me in place.

I was wearing white slip-on Vans and as I tried to free my legs, I felt my heels coming out of my shoes. I immediately froze so I wouldn’t lose my shoes, but whoever had ahold of my heels had already seen what was happening. I felt my shoes slowly pulled off, both at the same time. First the heels were out, then I felt the shoes slide right off my feet past my socked toes. For some strange reason, I remember thinking I was glad I had put on clean socks before coming over, since all I wore at the time were white socks.

Whoever had been holding my feet had let go once they had stolen my shoes, so my legs were free to move again to try and get out, but I didn’t have a chance without shoes. We were on a hardwood floor, and my socked feet just slid every time I tried to put weight on them.

Eventually Adam let me get up and I looked around for my shoes, but they were nowhere to be seen. “Where are my shoes?” I asked, but everyone just smirked and shrugged. “Don’t worry, you’ll get em back before we leave,” Carl said. We hung out for a few more hours, and I had to walk around sock footed the whole time. Finally, in the early morning hours, Carl and I walked back to the dorm, but before leaving he retrieved my shoes, which I slipped back on. My clean white socks were now pretty black on the bottom from having to walk around shoeless on a hardwood floor all night.

I didn’t know it at the time, but this was just the beginning of me constantly getting my shoes stolen by my friends.

3 Loses

Author – lrsocks

Chase, Brady and Logan were kicking the soccer ball around having fun. Chase always bragged how he could kick the ball harder and farther than the both of them. Logan was not going to be outdone today. When Brady kicked the ball to him, he kicked it as hard as he could realizing too late that it was a mistake. He remembered too late that he had on his hi-top blue and white Converse which he always wore loose. He watched as the ball and his left sneaker flew up and over the fence into old man Smith’s junkyard next door. Brady pointed at Logan’s left sock foot laughing. Logan’s sock actually looked like the Converse sneaker that had flew away. Chase did not laugh because it was his soccer ball. They had to get the ball and Logan’s sneaker.
Since Brady had not lost anything he would be the lookout. Since the shop was built into the hill, Brady walked upon the hill and walked right onto the roof of the shop. He could see the whole junkyard plus old man Smith working. Chase and Logan slipped into the junkyard through the loose wooden fence on the side. Brady gave a thumbs up when he saw them to let them know that old man Smith was still in the shop working. Chase and Logan split up to try and find their missing items. Logan was hopping at first to keep his sock from getting dirty. Once in the junkyard he didn’t care any more and started walking on it.
The junkyard was huge. Finding Chase’s ball and Logan’s sneaker would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. They were not having any luck so far. Every few minutes they would look back up at Brady to make sure they were safe to continue looking. Each time Brady would give them the thumbs up to keep looking. It was hopeless. They were ready to give up when Brady spotted Logan’s sneaker onto of a car not too far from Chase. He tried signaling the guys, but they were not looking. He kept waiving trying to get their attention. What they did not realize was that there was someone else in the junkyard besides them. Brady had gotten that person’s attention, and he was headed towards the shop.
Finally Chase looked towards Brady who was pointing to something close to him. Chase followed where Brady seemed to be pointing. He spotted Logan’s sneaker and ran over to the car. He started climbing up onto the car reaching for the sneaker. His foot slipped and pushed something off the car which made a sound hitting the ground. He paused and looked at Brady. Brady paused as well. The other person stopped and headed towards Chase. Brady gave the all clear. Chase grabbed Logan’s sneaker and headed back towards the fence. By the time Brady saw the other person it was too late. He was almost on top of Chase. Chase did not see the guy either until it was too late.
Brady hollered run to which Chase started running towards the fence. Logan had found Chase’s ball and was headed towards the fence as well. The guy was gaining on them. They were not going to make it to the opening that they had come through before. They made a hard right and ran for the fence that had a car right next to it. Chase had dropped Logan’s sneaker when the guy startled him. Logan made it first and jumped on the car and made it over the fence. Chase had just gotten up on the car and was about to go over the fence when he felt a hand grab his right ankle.
Logan quickly dropped the soccer ball and grabbed Chase’s hands. He pulled with all his might, but the guy was stronger than both of them. Chase tried kicking his leg to try and loosen the guy’s grip. His grip did loosen, but he now had hold of the heel of Chase’s black and white Adidas Samba. The guy pulled and Logan pulled. Chase’s white and black sock foot slipped out of his sneaker. They were free but the guy now had Chase’s sneaker in his hand. They did not wait around. They ran back to the field where they were playing.
They were both out of breath. They both plopped down on the ground. They looked at each other and then at their feet. Chase saw his left black and white Adidas Samba and his right white sock with black heel and toe. Logan saw his right blue Converse and his left Converse blue and white sock foot. They both looked at each other remembering they had left Brady. They each looked back towards the junkyard and saw Brady half running half limping towards them missing his right white and red Nike Cortez. He dropped down next to them out of breath as well.
Brady noticed that they both only had one sneaker on as well. He started telling them that when he hollered, he forgot that old man Smith was underneath him in the shop. He turned and started running and his right foot went straight through the shop roof. He tried pulling his leg free but couldn’t get free. When he finally started pulling free he felt a hand on his ankle. Old man Smith had grabbed his leg. He would pull up, old man Smith would pull down. He finally got a little leverage and yanked hard. He was free, but his white and red Nike sock foot came free without his sneaker. As he ran away he saw old man Smith waving angrily at him with his sneaker in his hand.
They had each lost a sneaker, but they had gotten the ball back. They sat there a while looking at each other’s one sneaker and one sock feet. They decided that they were not going back in to get their sneakers, so they just kicked the ball around for a while until their socks were filthy with dirt.

Lost & Found Part 2

Author – lrsocks

As I woke up I felt the pain in my head. I touched my forehead and felt a large throbbing bump. I don’t know how long I had been out. I sat up and looked around. I started to remember why I was on the ground. As I looked around I noticed that something was missing and realized that the dream was not a dream. I could see my bare feet staring back at me. I wiggled my toes just to make sure they were mine. It had not been a dream, my shoes and socks were gone exposing my bare feet for all to see. I remembered that the guy had written something on my left foot. I grabbed my left foot and pulled the bottom towards my face. He had written the word ‘Thanks’. I was angry, but there was nothing I could do about it. They were long gone, and I had no idea where.
I knew I had already missed the bus and that there were no more buses coming to pick me up. I pulled myself together and got up. I started slowly walking towards my destination. I had missed my bus, I had a large bump on my head and probably had a concussion, I was bare foot a long way from home, and my shoes and socks had been stolen. No one would believe me if I told them. Fortunately there was no one around anyway. I felt a sharp pain on my left foot which brought me back to reality. I plopped down to nurse my foot. I had stepped on a rock. I thought this can’t be happening to me. As I got up to continue my walk of shame, my luck seemed to turn for the better.
Down the alley there was a pair of boots sticking out from behind a dumpster. I slowly made my way toward them knowing that there was probably a person attached to them. I stopped knowing what had happened to me. I couldn’t do that to someone else. I started to turn around until I noticed the bottom of the boots. There was a familiar letter on them. I got closer and noticed the red ‘W’ on each one. Those were my boots that had been stolen not once but twice in the park. I thought there is no way they could be mine being that clean. The size was the same as well as the dent in the right boot heel. They were mine alright. Since I had no footwear, I didn’t have a choice but to free my boots.
The guy was snoring probably drunk. I didn’t want to take any chances. I looked all around to make sure we were alone and that his friend was not nearby. I slowly dropped down and grabbed the heel and toe of the right boot. I started pulling. He began to stir. I stopped pulling long enough for him to stop moving. I once again grabbed the heel and toe and started pulling. I could feel his foot slipping out. To my surprise I noticed that he was wearing my socks that he stole as well when the ‘W’ appeared from under the boot. I continued to pull until his heel slipped out, then his arch, the ball of his foot, and finally the sock covered toes. Normally I wouldn’t do this, but I was barefoot and those were my boots.
After releasing his sock foot from my boot and began peeling my sock away from him. I couldn’t help but notice that it was whiter than ever as though he had just washed it. I pulled on the top letting it slide off his shin, over his heel, down his arch, over the ball of his foot, and then finally away from his toes. I would have to wear it inside out of course. I was about to grab the left boot when he started coughing. I knew he would wake up for sure. I stayed still not even breathing praying he would not wake up. After his coughing fit, he surprisingly went back to snoring.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I grabbed the left boot heel and toe and started pulling. His foot did not seem to want to come free. I gave it a small yank and felt it loosen. I paused just to see if he would wake up. He was still snoring. I slowly pulled the boot away from his leg revealing the other ‘W’ on the white sock. I continued pulling until I could see his heel, then his arch, the ball of his foot, and finally the toes of the sock. I was almost home free. I just had to get that sock off. I slowly grabbed the top of the sock thinking back to when those guys stole my socks. I accidently touched his leg. He stirred and used his left bare foot to scratch the place where I had touched him. This guy had to be really drunk or a hard sleeper to not have woken up through all this.
After he stopped moving I noticed that he had kept his foot on the sock leg. What was I going to do now. I had to get that other sock. I could have just taken what I had and left, but I was determined to get what was mine. I had no other choice but to run my finger up his bare foot and over his toes hoping he would move it. Sure enough he did. He let out a little giggle which surprised me. After he moved his foot, I grabbed the sock again and started pulling. It came away from his leg revealing a few scars and cuts. I would definitely have to sanitize those socks. I kept pulling until his arch was free and then the ball of his foot. I sighed when his toes were set free. He wiggled them I guess from the outside air hitting them.
I quickly turned the socks inside out and slipped them on feeling the warmth as I pulled them on over my toes then my arch and up my leg. I sat there a moment letting my toes wiggle enjoying the warmth. I quickly slipped my boots back on with a big smile. I tiptoed away until I was out of the alley. I started walking quickly almost running making sure I was not followed. I didn’t care that I had a long walk home. I had recovered my boots and socks even though I had lost my sneakers. It started out as a rough and bad day, but ended very well.

Lost & Found Part 1

Author – lrsocks

I was running late, but I was determined to catch my bus on time. I am glad I had tied my blue, white and yellow New Balance 515s that morning because normally I wore them loose so that I could slip in and out of them easily. I was going to make it until I tripped over something and face planted onto the sidewalk knocking myself out. While I was out I had the weirdest dream. These three guys walked up to me and looked down at me. I saw their lips moving but there was no sound. One of them pushed my arm. I didn’t feel it nor could I move or talk. I started to panic but realized that these guys would help me. One of the other guys used his foot to push my leg. I still could not move. All I could do was watch what happened next.
The one guy that had done nothing pointed towards my feet and smiled. The other guys shrugged their shoulders. He reached down and started undoing my left shoelaces. I tried to kick, but nothing happened. He untied them, pulled them out some and loosened the shoe on my foot. He grabbed the heel and slowly started pulling it away from my sock foot. First I could only see the ‘N’ above my ankle on my black and yellow sock, then I could see the start of the blue heel. It seemed as though he was going in slow motion. I could not feel any of it. I continued to watch as the the entire blue heel now showed as well as the arch of my sock foot. He kept pulling until the blue at the toes started showing. He paused a moment looking around, then pulled the shoe away from my foot revealing my whole sock foot. He held his nose while the other guys waved their hands in front of their faces.
He handed my left shoe to one of the other guys and started unlacing my right shoe. Once he had it loosened he began slowly removing it. He let the top of the back of the shoe drag along my sock foot. I thought to myself that it tickles. He revealed my blue heel, my arch, the ball of my foot and then the blue toe part of my sock before slowly taking the right shoe as well. He held the shoe to his nose and showed a gag face. As he held my shoe he pointed to my sock feet and looked up at the other guys. They shrugged their shoulders again. I knew what was next. He was going to take my black, yellow and blue New Balance socks as well. I could do nothing to stop him.
He lifted my leg a little so that he could push my pant leg up to get to the top of my right sock. I couldn’t feel it, but I could see him grip the top and start peeling the sock right off. He showed my hairy lower leg, then the scar right above my ankle. He stopped and touched the scar and laughed. He pulled the sock until my ankle was free for all to see. He continued pulling until my heel peeked out. He kept pulling until my arch showed and the ball of my foot showed. He finally released my toes from the sock and handed it to the guy to place in my right shoe. This was not right. All I could think of was ‘Never kick a man when he is down’. They were not kicking me, but they were stealing my shoes and socks.
Just like the right foot, he grabbed my left leg and pushed my pant leg up to sock. He slowly started peeling away my sock setting my ankle free then my heel. He let go of the sock and grabbed the blue toe part of the sock. He started pulling letting it slide up my foot until my arch was free then the ball of my foot. He gave it a yank when it stopped at my toes. My toes were now free as was the rest of my foot for all to see. For some reason he grabbed my big toe and lifted my foot up and stared at it for a while before releasing my toe and letting my foot drop back down. He took out what appeared to be a pen and wrote something on my left foot. I watched as they walked off with my shoes and socks. Everything went dark and then I started waking up…

Shoeless walk of shame (and excitement)

Author – Wunshu

I was very interested in a recent story about someone who takes off his shoes in public in the dark and walks in his socks for fun. For some years I have been doing the same thing and, sure enough, the inevitable happened. I went into the city and walked as far east along the promenade ( I live in a seaside city in England) where there is a lot of shrubbery, I take off just one loafer and hide it in the bushes taking careful note of where it is. I leave only one shoe because I like walking one shoe on and one off since I lost one accidentally when I was 16 and had to go home with one shoe and one socked foot. It gave me a great thrill and I’ve been doing it since.
On this night I walked a long way along the promenade, passing people, some of whom noticed my shoeless foot. One guy noticed and asked what happened and I told him simply that I lost it. I continued on, then turned round and walked back. When I got to the hiding place I couldn’t find the shoe. In panic I tried looking every place, but no shoe. Only one thing for it; go home without it! That meant getting two buses, well lit of course, and half full of passengers! I had to do it and when I got on the first one the driver asked where my shoe was. I could only say “I don’t know”. This was repeated when I got the second bus, It was quite a night. I just hoped that I wouldn’t run into any of my neighbours when I got home.
I have also purposely lost a shoe several times, and had to go home with only one, usually I wear black or dark brown loafers and lighter socks so that it is more noticeable.

The Stranger – Pt. 9

Author – Nike Mike

The stranger put the policeman’s boots on the kitchen counter and looked down at my feet.
‘Guess I’ll be taking them trainers too’ he said smiling.
I took them off and placed them next to the boots, I worried what Theo would say when I tell him I’ve given his trainers to a stranger.
He returned to the living room and closed the door again.
I picked up the officers boots, I couldn’t resist putting them on, they where still warm but way too big for my feet. I heard a door open so I quickly took them off and put them back on the counter.
The stranger appeared followed by a red faced policeman in his uniform minus his boots, he looked at my socked feet before looking our footwear on the counter. I was as embarrassed as him.
‘Please may I have my boots’ he asked sheepishly.
‘Remember to meet me tonight’ said the stranger.
The policeman grabbed his boots and hurriedly walked out of the apartment in his socked feet.
‘How did you get him out of his boots and why give them back?’ I asked.
The stranger explained that he had been arrested after the copper had falsely accusing him of stealing the Jordan high tops even though their owner said he had given them to him. So he put in a serious complaint against the policeman.
‘The copper came here today and threatened to make my life hell if I didn’t retract my complaint. Big mistake, I told him my security camera had just recorded his threat and he was now gonna be in further trouble. The coppers arrogant attitude disappeared and meekly suggested I had misinterpreted him’ explained the stranger.
‘Perhaps giving me some respect in my own home and taking off those boots might help’ said the stranger laughing telling me the copper couldn’t get his boots off quick enough.
‘The copper is still at work and needs his boots but he will be meeting me after work on the pier, he doesn’t know it yet but I guess he will want to give me his footwear too’ he said grinning.
He said I could come and watch. I explained that I had no shoes to wear and would be in serious trouble myself after giving away my innocent mates trainers. He looked at Theos white Lacoste trainers sitting on the counter and agreed to give them back as long I meet him tonight and if I don’t then all our footwear will permanently becomes his property. I quickly put on Theos trainers, grabbed my beers and headed back to my apartment.
I wondered what the policeman would be wearing on his feet and if he gives them up to the stranger.

Trying on Stranger’s Shoe in the Library

Author – Shoeless sub

I was studying late in the library on campus on Monday. Not far away from my desk was the print station, a really tall desk with hole punches, staplers and a few pens on it. I was almost done with my work and wanted to call it a day when a guy approached the station. The first thing that caught my attention was his shoes – a pair of really worn white Reebok sneakers.

And then I caught a glimpse of his face. He was very good-looking – blond hair, clean haircut, sharp nose, sharp jawline – basically all the features anyone would expect an attractive man to possess. Suddenly there was this urge in me to know him – or perhaps know his shoes.

I randomly picked up a printed essay from my folder and took it to the station in order to pretend that I was trying to staple it. When I reached the station and stood next to him, I “accidentally” pushed a pen to the floor, so that I could go grab it and be really close to his shoes. When I rose up I hesitated a bit and started a conversation.

“Nice shoes.” I said.

“Oh thanks.” He was clearly a bit surprised to hear that.

“Do you know what model they are?” I asked, acting sincere so that I wouldn’t be mistaken to be one of those guys who uses that phrase to insinuate something else.

“I’m not sure. I know these are Reeboks. I think they’re tennis shoes.” Answered him with a French accent.

“I see. Thanks.”

Silence. Then, as if not quite satisfied with the conversation, I called up all my courage and asked, “I know this is a really weird request, but would you find it convenient if you put one of your shoes on the desk, so I can have a closer look? I really like those and am thinking of buying myself a pair.” And then apologetically I added, “if you feel uncomfortable, I’d totally understand and apologize for making you feel that way.”

This was indeed a weird question and he was obviously startled. But then he looked around. The library was pretty much empty and nobody was close by. He hesitated a bit and said, “all right, since nobody is watching.” He then slipped off his right shoe and placed it on the desk.

I couldn’t believe he agreed! Almost trembling, I held the shoe in my hands and examined it carefully. The thought of holding a hot guy’s worn smelly shoe immediately turned me on, and I tried very had to focus on the shoe to suppress it – otherwise my skinny jeans could barely conceal my excitement! The shoe was indeed worn – there were many scratches on the surface, and the stitches all turned black. I also looked at the label – it was size 10, exactly my size.

As if having guessed what I was to ask next, he proceeded, wearing one shoe, “if it’s your size and you’d like to try it on, go ahead.”

Hearing that, I immediately dropped his shoe to the ground and slipped off my Nike Air Max Correlate. While squatting to put on his shoe, I saw his socked right foot – he was wearing black ankle sock… Anyways, I put on his Reebok and walked a few steps to feel it. It wasn’t as comfortable as my Nike, but I was excited nonetheless.

I then switched back to my Air Max, handed his shoe back to him, thanked him profusely, and left the library. I went back to where I lived, did my search, and found out that the guy was wearing a pair of Reebok Club C 85 Vintage. It was an old model, though, with the round Reebok logo, and is no longer sold now.

I thought I’d keep this experience to myself, but today I saw him again in another library branch. It was crowded so he didn’t seem to notice me, and I was too embarrassed by our last encounter to come forward and say hi. Today he wore a pair of black Nice Air Force One. They were brand new, which made me a bit sad – What happened to his old Reeboks? Did he throw them away? So I thought I’d write my experience down to “commemorate” those gorgeous C 85 Vintages.

The Artsy Shoes

Author – NoMoreshoe

Hello readers, this is my first story of many stories I have. Stay tuned

Okay, so I’m a very artsy person, I doodle a lot and stay inside working on drawings. One day, I decided to draw on my shoes. They were Vans. The checkered slip-ons? So I drew little X’s on the white checkers and doodled some weird things on the sides of the shoes. My friends texted me, asking if I wanted to go out. I said yes because it was the weekend and I had nothing else to do. I wore some grey jeans and white socks. I couldn’t find my Adidas, so I nabbed my Vans and ran downstairs. I put the last shoe on when I came out the door, and jumped into the car. The first thing I heard was “What the #$@¥ is on your shoes?!” “Oh, I just doodled on them!” “Take them off, you’ll embarrass us!” “No, my feet, my choice!” We reached the mall after we argued which musical was the best (we’re huge theatre kids) we got out and ran into the mall full speed. We decided to get some new clothes, so we spent a lot of our time in a clothing store. I realized that I needed to try on my clothes, so I grabbed a “In Use” flag and ran into a dressing room. I decided to leave the jeans for last and tried all the other clothes first. When it was time for the jeans, I slipped off my shoes to reveal my bright white socks and muscled into my jeans. After I looked at myself in the mirror, I heard the door outside close. Someone got into the stall next to me. I was putting my jeans back on, the person darted for my right shoe on the ground and ran out of there full speed. I tugged in my left shoe and ran after them. I only got so far when my friends pulled me back. “Bro, we’ve been looking for you!” “Guys, I need to-” “Where’s your shoe?” “That’s what I’m trying to tell you! Someone jacked my shoe!” “Well, we gotta go, it’s late” “Fine!” I walked out of there with one shoe missing when I came in with two.

Lances shoe

Author – Tony

We have this guy in are dorm, he graduated high school a year and a half yearly and started college the following spring making him the youngest living in the dorm. He shares a dorm room with two other guys. They seem ok but it’s Lances first time away from home and being the youngest they give me a hard time. The morning of his first class. He couldn’t find his right shoe. He was so embarrassed. He seen me in the hall and ask if I had seen his shoe, we have become friends. Dav and Gary his roommates walked out and ask if I was ready, they never said a word about his one shoe state. I know they seen it because it stuck out, he was wearing blue jeans a white under amour shoe and just a black sock on my right foot. Dav said we got to go you don’t want to be late to your first class. Lance said I can’t find my shoe. Gary said that’s not worth being late so they left. After class he had four hours before his next class. So, we went back to his dorm and looked everywhere Dav and Gary came in just before we had to leave for our next class. Neither one of them said anything about Lances missing shoe. They acted like it was just normal. we went to class. After class we went back to the room and they were in the room I know they had to be pulling something because they act like Lance had always just worn one shoe. I told Lance to ask them he said he didn’t want to ask them because they are the only other people he knows and didnt want them mad. The next morning, I stopped by Lances room to walk to class Gary walked in and picked up Lance’s left shoe and tossed it to him and said Dude get your shoe on so we can go like it was just my normal. Nobody in the dorm has ask why he wears one shoe. Not sure who are why Lances shoe was taken but don’t think he is getting it back and he won’t ask them about it.