Me in your Story, Shoplifter – Apprentice

Author – Mickey

I like the story of the shoplifters shoes being taken so I’ve written another ‘Me in your stories’.

Shoplifters shoes -The Apprentice

I started a new job as an apprentice on a building site, it was good wearing my hard hat, high viz jacket and my new black Timberland work boots. I looked the part even though I was new and just learning. I was concious of pranks being made on new apprentices and kept my wits about me, much to the dismay of others.
At lunchtime some of the guys decided to go to the shop for a sandwich, I was asked to come along. In the van Dave asked if I had ever stolen anything before. I acted cool and said ‘Always when at school’ but really I hadn’t. ‘As an initiation I want you to steal me a sandwich from that shop’ he said. ‘If you don’t then we’ll have to start some initiations on the building site which will be far worse than stealing a sandwich ‘ he said menacingly. ‘You could lose them nice boots too’ said Harry. Acting the big man I said ‘ Nobody is getting my boots’ I got out of the van thinking I’ll just buy his sandwich when Harry said ‘Empty your pockets we can’t have you pretending to steal’. I put my money on the dashboard. ‘Shit’ I thought, I really do have to steal a bloody sandwich.
I entered the shop and went to the chiller and picked up two sandwiches and quickly putting one of them in my pocket. I wandered around before going to the till. The shopkeeper asked for payment and I said I have left my money in the van and would just go and get it. I headed for the door when another guy stopped me. He asked me to empty my pockets. I gave him the stolen sandwich as I apologised. He walked me back to counter and pointed at a sign. My face drained as I read it ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. ‘Take them off’ said one of them. I tried to explain I’d been set up but they still demanded my boots. ‘Police or your boots, your choice’ said the other shopkeeper. Some kids in the shop started laughing as I sat on the floor to unlace my Timberlands. They stopped laughing when the shopkeeper took sweets out of their pockets and they where soon relieved of their footwear too. He placed the school shoes on the shelf and was trying to make space for my size 10 boots. The school kids left in their socked feet as I stood in my socks pleading for my boots back. ‘If you have been set up, go get the guy and we’ll see what we can do’ said one of them.
I walked out of the shop, Dave and Harry where laughing in the van. Then they drove off leaving me stranded in the street, stood in high viz jacket and jeans tucked into my bright red football socks, no boots and no money. If the high viz jacket didn’t make me noticeable then the red socks did as everyone stared at my shoeless feet. After a few minutes the van returned with my so called workmates still laughing. I asked Dave to return to the shop with me to explain the prank or they will call the police. He refused at first as he wanted everyone on the building site to see me without my boots and that he was the victor in the prank. Then he reluctantly agreed leaving Harry in the van. He was laughing at my red socks as we walked, he reminded me of what I’d said earlier ‘Nobody’s getting my boots’.
‘Here’s the guy who set me up’ I said to the shopkeeper. Dave explained that he was the instigator of the prank and offered to pay for the sandwich and not to call the police. ‘We won’t call the police unless you refuse to cooperate. Dave looked puzzled, the shopkeeper said ‘You told him to steal, the stolen sandwich was for you so technically your the thief’. Dave could see where this was going as he looked down at his own boots, worrying that he was about to be relieved of them. ‘I’ve stolen nothing’ he said. Dave was a tough guy but not as big as the two shopkeepers who where now surrounding him. ‘Boots or the police, your choice’ they said. Dave could see the smirk on my face as he sat on the floor to unlace his black DeWalt boots. His jeans where tucked into thick grey boot socks. The shopkeeper picked up Dave’s boots and placed them on the shelf next to my Timberlands. I smiled at my sock footed workmate, revenge was sweet, he now had no boots and I was to get mine back. I asked for my boots. ‘No’ said the shopkeeper ‘You could of said no to your workmate but you didn’t and stole anyway, so we’re keeping your boots too’.
As we where about to leave without our footwear Harry appeared. He looked at Dave and burst out laughing ‘Where’s your boots man’. Dave’s face went pink with embarrassment. The shopkeeper looked through some printed video stills in a folder named ‘The one’s that got away’. He recognised Harry in one of the photos. The shopkeeper showed the photo to Harry. ‘That’s you stealing beer last week’, Harry denied it was him. ‘You’re wearing the same clothes and those distinctive Caterpillar boots too, which we’ll be taking’ said the shopkeeper. Harry tried to leave but his path was blocked. ‘Boots off now’ demanded the shopkeeper. It was Harry ‘s turn to sit on the floor and remove his boots. The shopkeeper quickly grabbed the Caterpillar boots and put them on the counter. Harry stood up revealing black socks on his feet. There was no space for anymore boots on the shelf so he threw Harry’s boots into an empty trolley cage instead and then took mine and Dave boots off the shelf and threw them in too. He then padlocked the cage with our boots inside. ‘We’re going to make an exception to the rules, as you stole from us one week ago we’re going to keep your boots locked in this cage for one week’. Dave said that we needed our boots for work. The shopkeepers where unsympathetic as we watched them push the locked cage with our boots inside to the stockroom.
All three of us left the shop in our socked feet, Dave expected me to return to work without my boots and not for his prank to backfire so badly for him and Harry to be shoeless too. Losing my boots was a price worth paying to see my workmates getting their boots confiscated and seeing their socked feet.

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Update

Hey Guys.

Hope everyone is having a fun May ☺️

Just a quick note to say that Lovetoshoeswap has let me know that he’s recieved a scam email from zeinabsuma11@gmail.com… Incase anyone else with their address on the site gets one just to let you know.

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Instagram has stopped letting me link to it on there as well which sucks. I think it’s just cause it’s a .wordpress … So I will keep people updated when that happens.

Keep sending in your stories guys.

Thanks

RJ

The complaint

Author – Brogue Boy

I had a great job, Sales Rep for a paint manufacturer, driving around various retailers selling and giving after sales care and meeting new people all the time. I always wore a smart suit and smart shoes. One particular day a store manager asked if I could deal with a complaint about our paint. I agreed and contacted their customer and arranged a home visit.
The address was in central London in a residential tower block. I struggled through traffic I was late and couldn’t find a parking space. I eventually parked the car on yellow lines several streets away. The customer lived on the 12th floor, the lift said ‘out of order’. Before climbing the stairs I decided to phone and apologise for being late only to realise in my rush I’d left my mobile phone in the car. Eventually I reached the address and rung the doorbell. The door was opened by a middle aged woman who looked me up and down and said “You’re late”. I apologised as I entered the flat. In the hallway she looked down at my feet “shoes” she said. I looked down at my tan leather Oxford Brogues. “Take them off, I’ve had new carpets laid throughout” she said unpolitely. She was going to be hard work I thought. It was her home so I did what I was told and took off my shoes leaving them in the hallway. I followed her to the lounge in my black socked feet where she showed me the freshly painted walls. “The colour is not what is on the tin” she said. I explained the various reasons that could cause this to happen from lighting to wall textures but she wasn’t having any of it demanding a refund and decorating costs. She wasn’t happy with what she was hearing as most complainers do. Needing to return to the car before getting a parking ticket I said I would speak to my boss upon my return to the office. “I want it resolving now” she demanded. I explained that I had left my phone in the car and she rudely replied “How convenient” She said I could use her landline in the kitchen. The kitchen floor was cold against my socked feet as she left me to make my call. She returned and I told her my boss was out of the office but I assured her I would deal with her complaint. “You’re not leaving until I get a refund” she said. I said I needed to go and reassured her I would sort it. I walked to the hallway to discover my shoes where missing. “Where are my shoes?” I asked.
“Sort out my refund now and you’ll get your shoes back” she said.
After hiding my shoes I was beginning to think she was mentally unstable, I just wanted to leave, “Please give me my shoes” I said politely. “No” she shouted. I opened the front door and left in my socks. “Come back with my refund and you’ll get your shoes back” she shouted. The staircase was busy due to the broken lift, as I walked down in my grey suit and black socks, residents stared at my unshod feet as they are the first thing they could see as they climbed the stairs. After leaving the building I struggled to remember where i had parked the car, I eventually arrived back in the street where I had left it. My sense of relief at being able to hide my shoeless feet inside the car was short lived as it was no longer parked on the yellow lines. It was now on the back of a tow truck and being driven away. In an unfamiliar part of London, no shoes, no car, I then realised my wallet was also in the car. It felt like everyone was staring as I walked the pavement in my socked feet, when asking for directions to the tube station I could tell they wanted to ask about my shoes or lack of them but where too polite to ask.
Eventually arriving at the tube station I had just enough loose change to buy a ticket and carefully used the escalator and not snag my socks on it. The tube was busy and it was hard work having to avoid other passengers standing on my feet. My embarrassing shoeless journey on public transport finally ended as I arrived home. I phoned my boss who was unamused and unsympathetic as he demanded I had to pay for the cars recovery. Feeling pretty pissed off I told him he needed to visit the complainant but advised him to go by tube after my experience with parking. Needless to say I did not mention the shoe etiquette.

The beginning…

Hey everyone. I’ve been thinking and had an idea. Thought it could be cool to start off a story, with some characters, and sneaks, and you guys can continue it. I’d love to see what you think happens to these guys πŸ™‚ you can finish the story or leave it for someone else to continue. Should be fun. ☺️

Author – RjRobins

It was 8am and Will was running late. If he wasn’t careful he was going to miss the bus. He threw on a tee from the pile of clothes on the chair in his room and grabbed his new pair of red and white Nike airmaxes. He couldn’t wait to show them off to his friends on the trip.

He ran out the door and headed for the corner of the street where he was meeting Cody. He couldn’t see him waiting but just as he got there he heard the sound of a skateboard behind him.

“Hey man” Will said as Cody skidded to a stop next to him.

“Yo. How’s it going? Woah nice shoes bud” Cody said, looking at Wills feet. Wills shoes were in a lot better shape than Cody’s.

Cody was wearing some black DC high tops. They were pretty trashed from his skating though and you could see a small bit of white through a hole in the front.

“I hope they’ll be ok. I dunno what it’s gonna be like” Cody said, mounting his board again.

“I think they’ll be alright. I’ve been saving them for this week.” Will said as they started walking down the street.

Mike and Jake were waiting for them at the bus stop.

“Hurry up guys, It’ll be here in a bit” Mike called as they rushed to the bus stop.

“Dude, check those out” Jake said, pointing at Wills feet. “They’re awesome.”

“Thanks man.” Will looked at his friends feet. Jake was wearing his Adidas high tops. He hadn’t had them long so they still looked pretty new. Mike had never worried about looking after his shoes so all of his pairs looked trashed. He was wearing his favourite pair of black and white Jordans. The white wasn’t very white anymore though and Will could see the laces were getting really thin, he’d had to tie them together in one spot. Will liked to take care of his shoes but always liked seeing someone wearing some beat up, expensive shoes.

“So… Do we know what’s happening when we get there” Mike asked.

“Not really” replied Cody, “I think they’re gonna tell us when we get there.”

“Should be fun though” Jake said, looking at the other people waiting for the same trip.

The bus came round the corner and everyone gathered their bags. It stopped and the doors opened. Will went to get on but one of the other guys at the bus stop pushed him out the way, stepping on his air maxes as he went.

“Hey!! Watch it man!” Will said, getting his balance. “Mind the shoes!”

The guy turned and glanced at Wills feet.

“Oops. Sorry.” He sneered. “I mean, they’re just shoes.”

Will watched the guys blue TNs head up the steps as the guy got on the bus. He was followed by his friends who were all laughing at Will.

“We better watch out for them…” Cody said.

“Hmm…” Mike replied.

“Come on, we won’t let them ruin it for us” Jake said. “Let’s get on the bus.”

Will grabbed his bag and followed his friends onto the bus.

To be continued….

UPDATES!!

Hope everyone is enjoying 2019. Just a quick note to say thanks for the feedback guys and I have done some updates to the site.

You’ll see there’s a new page called ‘Pictures‘. I have added all the images submitted to all the different stories. They are now in one place and have links to their stories.

I have also added a few blocks down the side of the site. Links to my Instagram and my Instagram feed, a link to my YouTube channel incase anyone was interested.

There is also a link to donate to my PayPal account. I’d love to update the site plan so there are no more annoying adverts for you guys. Any donations would be amazing. Please don’t feel you have to though, I’ll keep updating and running the site for you all to enjoy free.

Thanks guys

RJ

Happy new year!!

Happy new year everyone 😁

Hope everyone had a great time and didn’t lose any shoes (if you did please let us know 😜)

I just wanted to thank everyone who has submitted stories over the last year and even if you just come here to browse, thanks to you. The site had almost 84,000 views last year by nearly 14,000 people which is INSANE. I never thought it would get so popular.

Please keep submitting your stories. I love them all and hope everyone else enjoys them too.

If anyone has any suggestions/ideas for the site for 2019 please comment on this post. I’d love to hear your ideas.

I do want to get rid of the ads on the site… Just working out the best way to fund it. πŸ™‚

Thanks again

RJ x

The prefects – PT 6

Author – Shoeless Guy

It was raining when Ben caught up with Shane outside the school gates. “Give me my shoes back” said Ben. Shane looked down at his feet “Nope, I quite like your shoes, ask me again at lunchtime” he said. Ben replied “OK Shane, I’ve asked nicely for my shoes. You keep them til lunchtime, but I guarantee you’ll give them back”.
“I bet I don’t”
“You want to make a bet?” said Ben “If you don’t give them back at lunchtime then you can keep them, but If they are back on my feet then you will come with me to the ‘Sin bin’ not just today but everyday for the next week, am I clear” said Ben.
“Crystal clear, but I’ll be keeping your shoes so it won’t come to that” said Shane confidently.
They shook hands on the deal and Ben reminded Shane that he could of just given him his shoes back and it would all be over. For now Ben had to wear Shane’s black loafers.
At lunchtime Ben and Steve left the dining hall “I’ll meet you in the Sin Bin in 10 minutes” said Ben as he headed for the school gates. Five minutes later he was back and found Shane. “Are you going to give me my shoes?” asked Ben. Shane looked down at Ben’s feet. “Not now that you have mud all over my shoes” said Shane with a big smirk on his face. “Looks like I’ll be keeping your expensive leather shoes”.
“The entrance is quite muddy from the rain earlier” said Ben who got out his phone and showed a photo to Shane.”Recognise these?” The image displayed two pairs of footwear, Shane’s now muddy school shoes and his confiscated New Balance trainers. Ben said “Your nice new trainers didn’t get to the Head Teachers office. You like wearing my shoes, I like wearing your trainers, your school shoes will clean up but your New Balance trainers will be ruined if covered in mud”. Shane lost the grin from his face as he looked down at Ben’s muddy feet. “You had no right to take my trainers home” said Shane. “You where happy to take my shoes home” replied Ben “Give me my shoes now or tomorrow I’ll walk to school through the mud in your nice new trainers” Shane reluctantly took off the leather brogues and handed them to Ben who gave Shane his muddy shoes and said “You might want to clean them before class” Ben reminded Shane about the bet he had just lost. Shane walked in his socked feet carrying his muddy shoes and followed Ben to the sin bin. Steve had brought in three 16 year olds. They watched as Steve told them to take off their shoes and hand them over. The three boys stood silent in their socked feet. They had been in the Sin Bin before but with the former prefects. Ben told them to sit down and be quiet. Steve asked Ben why Shane was here.
“Muddy shoes”
“You can’t detain anyone for having dirty shoes”
“He volunteered”
Shane put his muddy shoes on top of the other confiscated footwear in the box. Steve returned with a 14 year old boy he had caught kicking another pupil. Ben told him it was an instant shoe ban and told him hand over his shoes. Regardless of his conduct in the Sin Bin they would be confiscated for the rest of the day meaning instant detention also. He removed his shoes revealing white socks on his feet “black or grey socks only” said Ben “You should expect to receive further punishment when your teacher notices your white socked feet this afternoon”. The boy sat down near Shane and stared at his feet.
The bell rang and every got up, the 14 year old was told to collect his shoes in detention, the older boys where given their shoes back but where unhappy to discover them covered in mud from Shane’s shoes which he had placed on top of theirs in the box. The boys took Shane’s shoes and and refused to give them back until he cleaned their shoes. They marched Shane out of the sin bin carrying their footwear, all still in their socked feet to get their shoes cleaned. Ben still smiling shouted to Shane “See you tomorrow “. He was enjoying Shane’s shoeless state and was determined to have him constantly in socked feet.