Post bowling blues

Author – Nicholas

Casey was on the school bowling team, one of the best players on his team. His team is at their local bowling alley for one of the first matches of the year, he comes prepared with his own equipment including a bowling ball, glove, and a pair of bowling shoes. After several hours of playing, Casey and his team won the match but by a slight margin due to a teammate suffering from a cold thus having his performance suffer. Nice game, said John, a friend of Casey. If I were on the varsity team we would have won in a landslide, said Gina, a fellow teammate from the jv team. Alright ladies and gentlemen lets get on the bus and get going said the coach. Everyone started packing up and slowly made their way to the buses. 

At times the students will bring their own clothes to change into once their games are over with instead of having to wait until they get back to the school. Casey waved off his friends saying I’ll be on board soon, but they were all talking to one another and left to wait for the bus to leave would usually sits around for 11 or 12 minutes. Casey grabs his normal clothes and proceeds to go to the restroom to change in a stall, he leaves his bowling shoes behind to prevent the bottoms from getting ruined (as bowlers know, its a common thing to not wear them around anywhere other than on the bowling lane).

As he returns he packs his team clothes in his backpack and is about to put on his sneakers but there’s a problem, he seems to have misplaced them. “Oh no you’re kidding me” he mumbles, he searches underneath all the seats his team and the opposing team had played but to no luck. He grunts and figures maybe one of his teammates may have pulled a prank and figures they will return them to him on the bus. Cut to the bus and its moving down the street, Gina asks where Casey is at. “Oh he said he’ll meet us back at school I think, his parents are picking him up”. Cut back to Casey as he see’s the bus make a turn down the road and onto the highway, he’s now been left at the alley shoeless. “Great, just great” He re-enters the alley to see if he can make a phone call to a family member seeing as how his parents were on a vacation celebrating their yearly anniversary. He makes one call after another, first his aunt who’s only 10 minutes away and then a few of his cousins who were a little further than that although only the answering machine would repeat to leave a message. 

Nightfall was approaching and the alley would soon close, so instead of waiting for someone to pick him up “I’m walking” he said to himself. As he left the front end employee asked “Yo where are your shoes boy?” “I’m guessing on my bus” said Casey. He walked out and began walking home, carrying a heavy backpack of clothing and equipment and having nothing on his feet other than some white ankle socks which were sure to get dirty on his way home which he imagined to take up about 50 minutes to an hour to walk. 

Just a few minutes into him walking he became saddened and frustrated that his sneakers were stolen, by prank or theft it mattered little.Just then Casey felt something hit his face, as he looks up at the dark clouds above he yelled out a loud NOOOOO and it began to rain. Casey hurried to find some shelter to keep him dry and he found his way to a convenient store that would provide him some shelter. As he ran in he was greeted by the owner “need any help my young friend?” “Ah well, I mean… no no I’m fine thanks”

Casey thought maybe holding out inside the store until the rain would dissipate, but the owner approached again “Stores closing soon, If you want something you best hurry up.” Casey placed his backpack down and walked around the store picking up a snack bar and a drink, as he was though he slipped around slightly due to his socks gracing across the slippery floor (both from the style of it and from the rain that hit him). “Where are your shoes boy” the owner asked. “I dont wear any” he joked. The owner seemed to get mad and approached him saying “See that sign? No shirt, no shoes, no service. Now get out!” He pushed Casey out as he was trying to explain his situation.

The owner shoves him out and calls him a bum and locks the door. As Casey runs to find another place to take shelter under he realizes he left his backpack at the store “dammit” he said. He ran back to the store and while it was closed he searched for a possible way in to at least retrieve his belongings. He see’s the owner drive off in his car and makes his move to re enter the store. He finds a back window that had been left open and jumps up through it. He moves in and finds his stuff, but as he does a car pulls up and he realizes its the owner who had came back. Casey frantically runs back to where he entered and runs back out where he came. As he crawls through the window the shop owner opens the front door only to see a set of wet footprints trailing to the back of the store “Thieves, you best not hope I find you”. Before he returns to the back of the store he see’s a familiar figure run across the front of the store. He immediately calls the police and says that he has been robbed.

Cut back to Casey who’s running as fast as he can back home. A few minutes later he’s back at his school and the only thing between him and home is the football field and another neighborhood. Just them blue and red lights begin to flash and a loud voice says to him “Get on the ground” Casey does so but asks what he did. “We got a call that a store owner say you break in and steal some stuff of his” “I stole nothing sir I swear, please just look”. After some light arguing the officer realizes the boy was telling the truth and makes a call in saying it was a simple mistake. The officer looks at Casey and asks him “Now what is a kid doing walking in the rain without shoes?” Casey looks down at his socks and says “Well… It’s a long story” “Well I can offer a ride home for you and you can tell me on the way” said the officer. Casey shed a brief smile and said okay. 

Michael’s Business Trip

Author – Andy

 

Michael was on a business trip. it was in a far away town, so he had to take the plane one day earlier, on a sunday afternoon. he took a cab to his hotel. When he arrived he was shocked! the hotel was in a run-down area! trash all over. Why did his firm always choose the cheapest hotels?!

He paid the driver and went into the hotel. he found a small reception, with a grimly looking man behind. he checked in, got the key and took the stairs to the 4th floor, to his room. He didn’t dare to take the elevator, because this hotel looked very run-down too!

He dropped his small suitcase on the bed and slipped out of his brand new loafers. they were black patent leather slippers, which were still very tight. He was annoyed, that he had chosen these shoes, but he extra had bought them for this trip. the next day, he had an important meeting and because he only stayed one night, he only had a little suitcase, with no space for extra clothes. Inside were only toilet articles, underpants, socks and a new shirt. He went to the bathroom and while searching the light switch, the trouble went on. He felt his stocking feet got wet! the whole floor was wet. probably the cleaners had wiped the floor, shortly before he came in and didn’t dry it correctly. Angry he took his black socks of and hung them over the radiator. When he opened his suitcase to get the other pair of socks out, he looked shocked. In the haste, that morning, he had grabbed white thin sneaker socks! With no other choice, he put them on.

He looked at his watch. It was 3 pm. He couldn’t stay in the hotel the rest of the day, but in his best suite, he looked a little over dressed in this area. He took his tie off and pulled his shirt out of his trousers. He left his cell phone in his suitcase and took a 100 dollar note from his wallet and placed it in one shoe (muggers don’t expect the money in your shoes! 🙂 He slipped his shoes on and left the room. He gave his room key to the grimly looking man and walked out. He looked around, where to go. Beside the hotel was a small street, which he went down.

He wandered around different streets, which all looked dirty. The people he met, stared at him. a businessman in a nice suit, seemed to be very seldom in this area. He felt a little uneasy and was happy he only had 100 dollar and the clothes he had on. In worst case, if he got mugged, he would lose 100 dollar. after one hour wandering around, his feet hurt in the new shoes. He was relieved, as he finally found a small pub. Inside it was quiet dark. Luckily the barkeeper was the only person in the pub. He sat down on a bar stool, at the far end of the bar. The barkeeper looked amused at him.

“Hey man, got lost?!” nervously he answered, that he was coming from another town and had some business to do.

“It’s not very often, guys like you are coming here! … a beer?”

“Yes, thanks”, he answered.

The first bottle he emptied immediately and ordered another one. Now as he was sitting, he felt his hurting feet. Because he was the only guest, he carefully slipped out of his shoes and silently dropped them under his bar stool. At home he often played with his shoes in public. He liked the risk, that some pranksters could nick and hide them! He knew he couldn’t risk this here, but he quickly could slip them on again, if somebody came in.

Carefully he looked down to the floor. His black shoes were almost invisible in the dark pub, but his white socks were clear visible. He looked out the window and imagined, his shoes had disappeared. He got a thrill, just thinking about it!

Quickly he looked down again, to be sure his shoes still were there. After his third beer, he had to go to the restroom. The door to the toilet was about 10 feet beside him. His feet fumbled for his shoes, but he couldn’t reach them. he had to get down from the bar stool. When he stood beside his stool, he tried to get his feet into his shoes. They were to tight! He had to use his hands to slip them on.

Quickly he looked down to his shoes and his stocking feet. Still feeling the thrill, Michaels thoughts circled
around:
“He was the only guest”
“No one will come in at this time of the day …”
“The barkeeper couldn’t see his feet …”
“It will only take a few minutes …”
“Nothing would happen …”
“His shoes would still be there …”

Before he realized what he had done, he was standing in the restroom … in his white stocking feet, his shoes left behind! Trembling he sneaked into a stall. While he peed, reality came back! Oh no! Shit! What had he done? How stupid was this?! He must be crazy!

Suddenly he heard voices! Loud voices! It seemed, the barkeeper had an argument with someone. To his horror the door to the restroom opened and he heard the barkeeper shouting:

“… just for guests!” The guy who came in shouted back:

“Fuck man! I have to piss!” Michael was sweating! Absolutely silent he remained in the stall! Oh god, Please! NOOO! If this guy saw his shoes on the floor …! He didn’t dare to imagine, what could happen! Oh no!!! What had he done? He was in a foreign city, his only shoes were lying in a seedy pub under a bar stool and he was hiding in a stall in his stocking feet! He tried to calm down. No one takes note of some abandoned shoes under a bar stool.

It seemed like an eternity, until he finally heard the guy leaving the restroom. On tip toes he hurried to the door and listened. The guy was still in the pub. He and the barkeeper had a dispute again!

“Hey man, what you doing? Come up and get out!”

“Stay cool man! Just collect my plastic bag!” he heard the sound from a rustling plastic bag. “Nice pub! Ha-ha! Have a nice day!” then it was silent. He waited a moment and slowly opened the door. Quickly he sneaked back to the bar desk.

Sheer panic set in! His shoes …. Oh NOOO!!! … Were gone!!! He nearly fainted! Sweat was running down his face! Trembling he scanned the floor for his shoes!

“Everything okay, man?” The barkeeper got him out of his state of shock!

“What? … Yes! … Thank you!” Like in trance he sat down on his bar stool.

“You don’t look okay, guy! Did you have problems with the tramp in the restroom?”

“Whom? .. The tramp? No! … No problems!”

“Here, drink another beer!” The barkeeper gave him another bottle. with trembling hands he took the bottle. He was still in a shock state! This couldn’t be real! Far away from home, in a strange city, even worse in a very seedy part, in his best suite and white thin socks, a tramp had taken his shoes! He hadn’t realized yet, that his only money went away with his shoes … :))

-Andy