Black Shoes Only – PT 2

Author – Unlucky Lad

Me and my mate did get our shoes confiscated by an over zealous teacher back in our school days, I did enjoy it, hence visiting and contributing to this site.

The story so far is accurate but rest is fictional based upon my experiences.

Locking my brother and his friends outside without their shoes did occur regularly. They really were annoying as kids. I often wonder as adults how they would react to having their shoes taken/stolen especially in a remote location.

Enjoy Part 2

Robbie was waiting at the gates, he couldn’t thank me enough.
“I owe you big time” he said as we swapped back our shoes.
“There was no need anyway as rugby practice had been postponed…”
I let him ramble on as my thoughts drifted to tomorrow. I had already set plans into action to see myself shoeless all day.

Rucksacks littered the hallway meaning Bens mates where in the kitchen as I came down for breakfast. I warned them about wearing trainers with their school uniforms.
“You going to take them off us and lock us outside again” said his mate Steve. Bens other mate Glen looked at my socked feet and said “It would be funny if you got locked out and had to go to school in your socks”.
They laughed.
“What my perfect brother not in full school uniform” said Ben. I blushed slightly, dreading the thought of them ever finding out about yesterday or today.
“Relax our school shoes are in our bags, we’ll change into them at school” said Ben. They picked up their rucksacks and left the house.

I had deliberately left my rucksack in detention which had my unused rugby kit and school books. I would have to retrieve it from Nutters classroom before my first period.
My black shoes where next to my black Under Armour trainers, it was decision time. I could chicken out by wearing my black shoes or wear my trainers and continue with my plans. I put my black shoes under my bed. I left for school wearing my trainers. I was setting my self up to become shoeless and there was no way to stop it. I was nervously excited.

In registration Robbie hadn’t notice my trainers but had noticed that my rucksack was missing.
“Where’s your rugby kit” he asked reminding me about practice after school.
“What rugby practice” I replied.
“It was postponed until today and our coach would be selecting the team afterwards, I told you” he said.
I had not fully listened to him yesterday. My stomach turned, I needed to get to practice after school but I was on a speeding train to detention and I couldn’t get off.

Robbie had not noticed my trainers so hopefully Nutters wouldn’t either.
I hadn’t expected his classroom to be full of students as I nervously entered.
A younger kid was getting his footwear confiscated. I sheepishly asked for my rucksack. Nutters told me to get it and leave, I grabbed my bag and hurried back to the door. Nutters was too focused on confiscating the kids white Reebok trainers to notice my footwear, much to my relief.
“He’s wearing trainers Sir” said a voice I recognised.
“STOP” shouted Nutters.
I turned to face him. He looked annoyed.
“Did you not learn from getting your shoes confiscated yesterday, did you enjoy detention” he growled, “Take them off”.
“Please Sir” I begged him.
“Take off those sports shoes”
Watching me take off my trainers was my brother and his mates, my face was purple with the utmost embarrassment.
“You would expect the older students to be examples of high standards” said Nutters berating me infront of the class as the kid and I stood in our socked feet.
“Let’s hope spending the day without your shoes will teach you to wear your uniform correctly, I shall see you later in detention”.
I picked up my bag, looked at my brother and his mates wearing huge grins in their faces. My shoes and my integrity where well and truly gone.
I walked along the empty corridor in my socked feet. My plan had worked as expected I was shoeless, I had not planned on my brother witnessing my punishment, I was embarrassed aswell as angry as It was him who had just grassed me up to Nutters.
I was late entering my first lesson, the whole room stared at my shoeless feet as I sat down
“Where’s your shoes” whispered Robbie as I sat down. I was too upset and embarrassed to talk.

At lunchtime I explained my situation to Robbie but told him I had mistakenly wore the wrong shoes to school.
“So Nutters took your shoes because of your brother” he said as he tried not to laugh.
“Karma” he said “They must have been elated to see you stripped of your shoes after all those times you had done it to them, wish I had been there”.
“If you had then you would be sat here shoeless too” I said reminding him of the Nikes on his feet.
It was unusual to see Ben around our large school but today he and his mates appeared making a beeline to me. They looked under the bench.
“What’s missing boys” said Ben.
“HIS SHOES” they all shouted and laughed.
“My perfect brother… Not!” He said smugly. “Not funny is it when the shoe is on the other foot. Or no shoe on either foot”.
They all walked away laughing. Robbie laughed too, I expected more from my best mate.
“Ignore them” said Robbie.
“How can I when he’s just cost me my place on the rugby team” I said.

We visited our rugby coach he was very disappointed with me. My last year at secondary school and I won’t be on the rugby team.

I had a long shoeless afternoon ahead of me aswell as detention. My thoughts turned to my brother and his mates.

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.

Shoes and card game

Author – Jman

This is not really a story but a game that uses cards and shoes.

For this game you will need two decks of playing cards with the jokers.

Have all the players sit on the floor in a circle and deal out all the cards.  It is okay for some players to have more cards than others.  Here are the rules

1.  The first player can lay down any card he has.  The next player must play the next card in the sequence.  For example if the first player plays a seven, the next player must play and eight then the next player a nine and so on.  The twos come after the aces.

2.  If a player cannot play the card that he is supposed to play, he must take off a shoe and put the shoe in the shoe pile in the middle of the circle and pick up the discarded cards and add them to his hand.  If a player does not have a shoe to take off, he is out of the game and his cards are out of play.

3.  At any point in the game a player can play a joker.  When a player plays a joker, he gets to pick up all the shoes in the shoe pile and they are his to keep, even if he goes out of the game.  However, a player cannot put shoes back on his feet.  Once the shoes are off, they are off.  Shoes taken from the pile cannot be used if a player needs to put a shoe into the pile.  Only shoes still on your feet can be placed in the pile to keep a player in the game.

4.  When a player plays a joker, takes off a shoe or goes out of the game.  The count is reset and the next player can play any card his chooses and play resumes as in rule one.

5.  The game ends when only one player is still in the game.  The last remaining player gets to keep the shoes still on his feet and gets all the shoes in the shoe pile.

6.  If a player plays the last card in his hand the game ends and that player gets everybody’s shoes.

Let me know what you think and if there are any rules that should be changed.

Weird fun

Author – Rgricky

So there was some dance practice going on in which I was a part of. It happened to be in the school auditorium. It had a tiled stage so our teacher suggested to take of our socks and shoes as they would get dirty. So we were dancing while divya watching me. She had some smile. I got some hint that she is thinking mischievous. It found out to be that she just opened a packet of sauce and spilled it in my shoes. Till that time we had same shoes. In the later part of dance divya and her team would join the dance and we would boys leave. So i took out my soles interchanged them with hers. And waited for the time to reveal. She wore them In hurry. I was excited to break her responses. In lunch period, she asked me if I felt something sticky in my shoes. I said hmm might be due to sweat. She said can I dare u somethin’. I said ya sure. She said me to take off my shoe and smell them. I said why would I do that. She said do please. I did and she asked u feel different now. I said nah. Now it’s my turn. I said do you feel something sticky. She complained that yes she felt. I said that u take off ur shoes and smell them. Just sniff.
She was dead for a minute. She said why did you do that. I said coz u tried to do to me. She was pissed. In the next period she sat behind me and I was not in any tension. She bent down the desk and took her water bottle and poured the whole water into my shoes. My socks and shoes were wet and she laughed.

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The beach

Author – RJ

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

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

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

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

My shoe is in the rough sand above my feet.

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

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

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

So I’m intrigued what might happen next time 🙈

In the gym

Author – *Anonymous

A few years ago, when I was in high school, I went to the gym on Monday to stay in shape. I’ve never had a problem there, it wasn’t such a big place and there were hardly ever many people. I never used the lockers because they were very small and there wasn’t all the stuff and therefore I left everything on the benches in the locker room. Even though it wasn’t under surveillance, nothing had ever disappeared. One day, however, when I arrived, I saw that there were many more people than usual to train and most were boys. Given many people, I decided to use the lockers, but I couldn’t get everything in. So I left them side by side, as always on the benches, the stuff that didn’t fit, or the jacket and the shoes, both the ones I had arrived with (Timberland boots) and the ones I usually train with (Air Jordan 1) because that day I had to do exercises without shoes. So I go to train and after a few hours I go back to the locker room to take a shower and change. For now everything is normal, I take the stuff from the cupboard, put it on the bench with the rest, take the stuff to wash myself and go to take a shower. After about 15 minutes I come back and I realize that some of my stuff had been taken by someone. My pants and both pairs of shoes I had were gone. I searched for a while to see if someone had simply made a joke on me, but I didn’t find anything anymore. So I took the rest of my stuff and left without shoes in short winter shorts. The thing that bothered me was that the shoes were practically new and I hadn’t paid them much. I haven’t gone to that gym since then.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Hey everyone. Hope you had a great Christmas and an awesome new year.

Welcome to my yearly update post 😁

First I want to thank all of you for supporting my random little idea and making this a proper little story hub for shoe stories.

This year the site has had over 126,000 views, 16,500 visitors and 137 story submissions. I genuinly can’t believe it got so big last year and hope it continues to grow in 2020.

Keep sending in your stories and pictures and let’s make this an awesome year for shoe stories.

Thanks again guys

RJ

Converse camping capers

Author – Jonathan

So, I do not like cocky guys. Nothing like a guy being a jerk in everything he does. This past weekend I decided to go camping. It is a campground far from civilization but had a few amenities such as porty potties and 3 showers. I brought with me a nice large tent and a few pairs of kicks, Nikes, Osiris, and a pair of DCs. Not too many people around me and nice peace and quiet. That was until this jackass in one of those big pickups came roaring in, reving up his engine. I exited my tent to see what all the ruckus was. My initial anger left when he got out of his truck, a young guy with dirty blond hair exited wearing from top to bottom, an AC/DC shirt, blue jeans, and teal Converse. Out of the passenger side his girlfriend and a mean looking dog exited. They decided to set up camp not too far from me. Here is where things got worse. Not only would the dog bark at everything but this guy had the nerve to tell people it was his dogs vacation too. Day 2 arrived and 2 of the 3 showers went down for maintenance. The notice said that from 8 am until 5 Pm only one shower would be operational and to conserve the hot water appropriately. I saw no line so I gathered my things up for a shower and started walking there. While I was walking this guy sped around me and reached the shower ahead of me. (Strike 1). He proceeded to jump in the shower, leaving his clothes behind including the converse. Did he take five minutes, ten? No he took 15 minutes. He got out and when I went in the water was freezing. I was like what the hell and get this, he then said as he finished getting dressed, oh yeah I used all the hot water. (Strike 2). Later on that evening he decided he would get into a big yelling match with his girlfriend over the dog eating the last piece of steak. Apparently the girlfriend was suppose to be watching the dog while the food was being cooked. That did not happen and as some meat was done including the last steak and placed on the prep table, that dog managed to get a hold of it. Later that night he was in a drunken stuper still comp!aining about his lost steak. The final straw was when he took the last roll of toilet paper out of the porty potties to clean up a spill. I did not know at the time and well I had to use the restroom. I’ll let you figure out what happened but needless to say that was (strike 3). Ever since he got out of his car, I noticed how sweet his Converse looked and in my favorite color. Ever since stike 3 I decided I am going to pay him back by taking them. Day 3 All 3 showers we’re back up and running and I took my shower early. I kept my eye on when he was going to go. He went at noon and I was not too far behind him with my shower bag. 2 showers we’re in use including the one this guy was in. On the changing bench was a ladies bra, flip flops, shorts, pink and orange towel, a changing bag, and sunglasses. So obviously the one shower was being used by a woman. Also on the changing bench was a black shower bag, undershirt, jeans, and that is all I saw at the time. I was like dam, where the heck did his shoes go. I realized quickly that it was hidden underneath his jeans and bag. So while that guy was taking his hot shower, I put my new kicks into my bag and booked it. I had time before he got out to head back to my tent and carefully check out my new Converse. They were a little small compared to what I normally wear and it was obvious that he wore them sockless. I also saw doodling on them and his name “Tony”. These look so sweet. So here I am waiting to see what would happen, out of nervousness and excitement. He came out pissed to high hell. Yelling to everyone who took my shoes?!!! Most people camping nearby just shrugged or ignored him completely. Tony went back to his camp and asked his girlfriend if she knew anything. Apparently this was all he had and after cursing for half an hour he decided he had enough and started packing. An hour later they all got back in their truck and left….. If I had known that is all it would have taken I would have done it sooner. So there I was relaxing in my tent, peace and quiet again with my new sexy Converse for another few days. Thanks “Tony” I’ll take good care of “MY” new shoes. 🙂

Delivered, given and taken

Author – Irsocks

The boss sent me on a run to pick up a package from a business partner at the courtyard near the mall. I had on my black and white Adidas Cloud Foam City sneakers with Adidas ankle socks. As I waited, a young guy wearing some black and white Nike Tanjuns came up and sat at the bench across from me. As I read a story on wheresmysneaks.wordpress.com, I glanced up to see him playing with his sneakers slipping them on and off showing his white Nike socks with black heels. Eventually he slipped his whole foot out of one of them revealing the black toe of his sock. I smiled and looked back at my phone. I eventually looked back up to find that he had laid down on the bench and was now swinging his legs back and forth. His sneakers didn’t have a chance of staying on. The left one slid off followed by the right one. Both of his sneakers were now on the ground, one turned on its side. He didn’t bother to put them back on. He just let his sock feet be free for all to see.
After a few minutes, I looked back at my phone because someone was coming. A guy walked by and kicked one of the Tanjuns with his red and black New Balance foot sending it far off. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I looked back at the guy then at his sock feet then down at the one remaining sneaker. The guy on the bench never even looked up. After a few minutes the guy came back through again this time kicking the other sneaker as he went by until it too was out of sight. Now there were two socked feet and no sneakers. I thought for sure the guy would notice, but he did not. What I noticed after a few minutes was the same guy that had stolen the sneakers coming back. This time he sat down on the bench next to mine. He was no longer wearing his red and black New Balance sneakers. He was wearing the young guy’s Tanjuns. He started playing with the sneakers slipping them on and off.
Finally after what seemed like hours, the young guy sat up and stretched his legs revealing his sock soles. He looked around for his sneakers which was now on the other guy’s feet. The other guy must have been brave or stupid because he did not leave. The young guy panicked when he couldn’t find his sneakers. An officer happened to walk by, and the young guy told him someone had stolen his sneakers. He pointed our way. The officer approached us and asked us if we had seen what happened. The other guy was not going to tell the truth, and I thought I was safe being that my sneakers were Adidas instead of Nikes. The young guy told the officer that our shoes looked like his, and that he didn’t know which one had did it. I could have told the officer what happened, but I wanted to see how it would play out. The officer rounded us up and took us to the security building. He told me and the other guy to remove our sneakers. Once again I could have told him what happened, but again I thought I was safe seeing as my sneakers were Adidas. We took off our sneakers and handed them to the officer who took them in the back with the young guy. I was now embarrassed being in just my socks. The other guy didn’t seem to mind because he stretched out. Eventually the young guy came out still in his socks and sat down. He gave us a mean look.
After a while, another officer came through the front door. He asked us why we were in the building shoeless. The young guy explained the situation. The officer went in the back and came back laughing. He told us we had been robbed because no one was in the back room and there was no other officer in the area. Sure enough the back room was empty. I couldn’t believe I was shoeless and that I would have to go home in my socks. I regretted not saying anything before. The officer took our statements and sent us on our way. Not only was I shoeless in public in my socks, I had to tell my boss that I did not get his package.
The next morning my boss called me into his office. I didn’t tell him the whole story, but I had to tell him there was no package. I knew I was fired. He got on the phone and made a call. I couldn’t believe I had delivered my sneakers and given them away so that they could be taken. Well after the boss got off the phone, he said that the business partner had an emergency and could not make it. He said it was okay. I was relieved. As I turned to walk out of the office, my boss told me that I had nice sneakers. I turned and looked down at my black, blue and white Vans. I was about to say thanks when I looked up to see my Adidas sneakers on his feet which he had put upon the desk. I know they were mine because there was a part of the sole missing. I didn’t know if he was talking about my Vans on my feet or my Adidas on his feet.

Uncle Henry

Author – Speedy

Hi, I’m speedy, who James mentioned in his recent post about Joseph’s come-uppance.

Shoe confiscation is common in school. In reality I wouldn’t care so much, i actually prefer walking in my socks, but with everyone around me in shoes, plus the embarrassment, and using the bathrooms, and the cafeteria etc… it isn’t really the best idea. BTW James gave the wrong shoes for me, i wear the remi pace shoe. It is a very solid shoe. Here’s the link.

https://www.clarks.co.uk/c/Remi-Pace-Youth/p/26126827

The school actually has a list of approved shoes, and they are all quite solid, unflexible style.
Recently my mom bought me a new pair, they really looked quite sturdy. Of course I manged to lose them on my first day wearing them, – my crime was failing to bring the proper writing supplies, and our form master, Mr. Slade was really excited. “What do we have here? New shoes?” he put them on his desk for all to see, so of course everyone who entered the classroom saw them. And who came in next but my uncle, Mr. Henry. Mr. Slade happily told him that they were mine. Quite embarrassing, but stay tuned for the next, far more embarassing sequel …