Shoes in the backyard

Author – Evan

I was walking back from the store with a friend. I had missed kicking a rock and my left shoe flew off past two fences and landed in someone’s backyard.

While trying to hop over towards the neighborhood, my friend grabbed my shoeless foot. I fell onto the ground, which then my friend decided to steal my other shoe and threw it into a fenced backyard of another house. I had to walk to both houses in my mismatched white socks to get my shoes back

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True experience

Author – shoeless guy

The following story is a true account of how I realized my fondness to losing shoes.
After my experience it got me searching the Web and discovering this site about a year ago. I enjoy reading the stories posted and hope my contributions have been enjoyed by others. Although so far my stories have been fiction and wished It had actually happened to me, the following story is true and why I use ‘Shoeless Guy’ as my name.
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A few years ago I worked as a Sales Rep in the north of England. With a company car I did a lot of driving and often seen abandoned shoes on the roadside but never really thought anymore about it. I always stop to eat lunch in lay-bys, my favourite being on a not too busy road with great views across the Pennines. A few miles before the lay-by I spotted a training shoe on the roadside and it looked fairly new. It got me thinking who lost their shoe? Why was it there? What happened to the other shoe? Would anyone retrieve it? All questions that would never be answered. Would anyone stop and pick up the shoe?, probably not unless it was the owner. Then I thought would anyone stop and pick up a pair of shoes? Again probably not, too hazardous to stop on a main road. I continued thinking about it as I finished eating lunch. What if a pair of shoes where left in a lay-by, anyone could stop and pick them up. I stared down at my shoes in the footwell, would anyone take them if I drove off leaving them behind? I was getting incredibly excited with just the thought of leaving them, never mind losing them. Being a sales rep I wore a suit and smart shoes, I took off my shoes and looked at them, they weren’t new but I looked after them and they where as good as new, size 10, plain black laced leather shoes. Would anyone want to take them? I placed them on the passenger seat and pondered.
The excitement of throwing my shoes out the passenger window and driving off shoeless in my suit was overwhelming. So I did, I looked in my rear view mirror and could see them laying on the tarmac, my right shoe laid on it’s side. My heart was pounding, I decided to drive to a roundabout about three miles ahead and turn around and go back and retrieve them. Just the thought of someone taking them got me more excited. As I approached the roundabout I could see a car had bumped another causing a queue. What if I had bumped into another car and had to get out…. in my socks! The reality of what I had done was kicking in. I navigated the roundabout and headed back. My heart still pounding, excited and cold flushes of fear at the same time I slowed as the lay-by approached on the opposite side of the road. A car was parked, a police car! I drove past, but relieved that my shoes where still there, I decided to do a U turn at a junction a mile up the road, hoping the police car would be gone on my return. It wasn’t, so I drove past my shoes again, the police car pulled out behind me. What if I have a brake light out and get pulled over by the police, they’ll see me shoeless, is it legal to drive in socks? All sorts of paranoid thoughts running wild in my head, heart pounding in my chest. He followed me to the roundabout, the two bumped cars gone, I drove straight on at the roundabout, it might look unusual doing a U turn with the police behind. He turned right but it took me another mile to U turn and head back. My shoes where still in the now empty lay-by, I passed and U turned where I’d done earlier and headed back to the lay by. A car ahead slowed me down, I indicated to pull into the lay-by, so did the car in front. He stopped ahead of where my shoes lay. I pretended to use my phone waiting for him to move off all the time staring at my shoes, I really needed to get them as I should of been with my next customer now. I didn’t have the courage to get out and retrieve them in my socks so I waited. Then he got out of his car and put some rubbish in the waste bin, he spotted my shoes, picked them up and went to put them in the bin. My heart pounded again, excited he’d picked them up, but happy he was going to bin my shoes allowing me to retrieve them. He stared at them then looked at his own shoes, he looked over to me, then carried them to his car, got in and drove off. The excitement of a stranger carrying away my shoes as I sat in my socks was incredible but as he drove off panic set in. I drove behind him, excited and nervous at the same time thinking how did I end up following my own shoes. I knew some traffic lights where ahead and I’d built up the courage to ask for my shoes back if the lights where on red. As we approached the lights, they went to red, ‘thank god’ I thought, but he jumped them and I lost him… and my shoes.
I was extremely late getting to my next call, a small retailer in a rural village. Nowhere to buy shoes, I pulled over and phoned him explaining I was late and could we discuss any issues and order stock on the phone. He wanted me there as I’d promised to remove old stock. Panic set in, I couldn’t visit a customer in my socks but I really had no choice. I entered his shop, trying to act normal in my dark grey suit and black socks. His two teenage sons where there. My face went red as they looked straight at my shoeless feet. “You lose something” said the shopkeeper as his sons laughed. “I stepped in some cow muck having a pee” I explained telling them they didn’t smell too good and be unhygienic walking in a shop wearing them. He offered to loan me a pair of his sons shoes, but my size 10 feet quickly dismissed that idea. Having finished at his store I headed to my next job, fortunately in a larger town that had a supermarket that sold shoes. My heart again pounding as I entered in my socked feet, feeling rather relieved when I reached the shoe aisle. I found a pair of loafers that fitted. Rather than walk in my socks to the checkouts I pulled the price tag off the shoes and wore them. After queueing at the till, I gave the checkout operator the tag and explained I was wearing the shoes.
“I’ll need to see the shoes” she said.
“Why?” I asked. She explained that anyone could switch labels and I could be wearing expensive trainers. I took the shoes off as the queue watched, to make matters worse she called for an assistant from clothing to come over and do a price check on my shoes. The clothes department was at the back of the store so had to wait for him to arrive then walked off again with the shoes. All the time the impatient queue staring at me in my suit and socks. Eventually he returned, I paid and put the shoes on and left.
If only I had got out of my car at the lay-by and picked up my shoes, nobody except the car driver would of seen my socked feet and then he would of forgotton me later.
I did the rest of my calls and got home late, my girlfriend wasn’t amused when she spotted a cheap pair of loafers on the bedroom floor rather than my quality leather shoes.
Although the afternoon was embarrassing I never forgot how excited I’d become leaving my shoes on the roadside, the thrill of being shoeless and embarrassed at the same time, watching someone take my shoes as I sat helpless in my socks was exhilarating.
Evertime I visited my village customer his sons always shouted ‘The Shoeless Guy’s here’

Stuck in the mud

Author – Evan

This happened about a few years ago. I was hanging out with some friends at a nearby park. We were just hangin out and throwing a foot ball around and stuff. I was running after the ball when I stepped into a deep mud puddle. I got my right foot out and on the ground, but my left foot was still stuck in the mud. One of my friends came and grabbed my arm and eventually pulled me out, but my left shoe came off and was slowly starting to sink in the mud. I was about to reach for my shoe, but my friend grabbed me by my socked foot, and dragged me away from the puddle. My friend still held onto my foot and my shoe just sunk into the mud. Had to walk around the rest of the day in one shoe and my white nike crew socks

Accident

Author – MC

The next chapter continued from the story “Stealing Alex’s Birks”…

Driving home from the party was a challenge. Matt had never worn clogs before, and these Birkenstocks were very large. Alex wore them loose, and his feet were larger than Matt’s, so the clogs hung very loosely on his feet. The clog on his right foot moved around considerably as he pressed and released the pedal.
Matt’s car entered a section of woods with tight turns which wound through some steep hillsides. He hadnt considered how much he had to use his foot in this section of road, otherwise he might have put back on his boots. As he started down the hill, he pressed his toes to the brake and they slipped down out of position along the footbed.
A short gasp escaped from his lungs as Matt felt the clog slip partially off. He reapplied pressure, hoping to press his foot back into the clog, but the loose fit made it turn sideways on his foot. He applied the brake once again, and the shoe slipped off of the pedal and then off the end of his toes.
His socked foot groped for the shoe in a panic, but resulting the accident was already set in motion. By the time Matt had the presence of mind to use his foot shoeless, his car was already off the road. The car dove down a steep hill, unable to be stopped until it came to rest violently in the soft earth at the bottom of the hill face.
Matt awoke suddenly behind the wheel. He was shaken, but unhurt. Had he blacked out? As he gathered his thoughts about how to proceed, he realized his clog was still off. Looking to the floor, he spied the shoe and slipped his foot back into it. Opening the door cause it to hinge quickly with gravity. Matt stepped slowly out of the vehicle.
As he stood, he realized his mistake. The brown suede clogs sank slightly into the earth, slicking the outline of the shoes with soft mud. He took a few steps in place, realizing the mud was pulling on his shoes. It felt like his feet could accidentally slip out along the suede at any moment. Despite his distressed situation, he felt incredibly excited… aroused even. He immediately thought to change into his boots and save the newly stolen clogs any more ruination, but when he looked to the seat where he had placed them, they were gone. They must have gone out of the open window.
Matt turned and looked up the hill where his car had just slid off the road. It was pretty steep, but his best bet for getting help was to try and climb back up. The way was muddy and rocky. As he started, at times he felt he had a sure foothold, and others his feet sank into the earth or slipped out of position entirely. Matt worried about losing the clogs. Could he even make the climb in his socks?
Sure enough, one step with his right foot sank deeper than the others. The dry surface had given way to some sloppy, wet earth. Gripping with his toes, he tried to free the clog out of the mud, which he now felt closing in around his exposed ankle and even seeping into the shoe. His toes slipped off the raised toe bar in that fancy Birkenstock footbed.
Matt pulled desperately on the suede upper with the top of his foot, harder still as he felt the soft materiel slide down along the top of his foot. With one last tug, his foot came out of the shoe completely. He tried to put his foot back in where the shoe was, but all he could feel his toes touch was wet earth. He shuddered with excitement. He left the clog behind, under the earth. His blue sock was a bit stained with mud, but after that next step his foot sank shoeless into the muck and there was no more blue visible.
The hillside below the road was both steep and slippery. He struggled up the hill, for his hands and feet moved easily through the soft earth and gave no grip or footholds. The remaining left clog accumulated more and more mud as he moved, and started to feel heavy. In one step, his foot slipped through some soft mud and his foot slipped along the inside of the clog. He tried to grip his toes to catch the clog, but it was no use. He lost the shoe and looked back just in time to watch it roll down the hillside.
On the hillside, his toes were sunk deep into the muddy earth. He was tired from the struggle… and excited from losing his shoes… He wanted desperately to release all his tension…
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Matt awoke suddenly in the driver’s seat of his car… which was in the driveway at his apartment. He looked down at Alex’s Birkenstocks, unsullied by mud and the suede was collapsed loosely on his feet. Time to head into the house. He opened the door and put his left foot out of the car… the clog slipped off and clapped on the concrete. He might need to adjust the straps a bit tighter… but where’s the fun in that?

Physical education lesson

Author – Lostshoeguy

Today at the physical training class, we had to run for 12 minutes without stopping in a small school stadium, during my run my sneaker flew off and I had to run in one sneaker and one sock, my sneaker were picked up by the girls sitting on the bench and started to laugh, initially I hoped, that they will steal or throw it somewhere, but they did not do it, on the contrary, some of them even decided to try it on, later the teacher noticed the lack of shoes on my leg and allowed me to wear it, in the end I got excited, and my classmates funny moment

Shoeless after school

Author – Evan

This is something that happened way back in high school. After classes were over, I was hanging out with two friends in the theater in the building for a little bit. I kicked off my shoes and hung out with them at the theater seats for a little bit. Maybe about 5-10 minutes later, my friend Michael starts pulling ,e by the arm to web design club. About an hour later, I left the club and went to the bathroom. And thats when I looked down and saw my white nike crew socks and realized that I forgot to put my shoes back on. I ran back to the theater to get them, but when I went inside, there was a whole bunch of people and stuff in the theater. I moved around all the people and things to where I was sitting earlier and saw that my shoes were gone. A couple of rows down, I saw someone tossing my right shoe up and down. I ran to him, showing my shoeless feet sawing that he had my shoe. He gave it back, but he didnt know where the other shoe was. About 30 minutes of me hopping around the school, I eventually hopped my way outside and saw my shoe tucked under a bush by the door

Shoe auction

Author – jman

At our school those who walk on the gym floor with street shoes lose their shoes to the school. It all started when a student was warned three times about wearing street shoes on the gym floor. One day the teacher told the student to take off his shoes and give them to him. Later it became policy that those who wore street shoes on the gym floor would have to forfeit and hand over their shoes. After a while a good number of shoes were handed over to the school for breaking this rule and something needed to be done with the forfeited shoes. It was decided to auction off the shoes and use that money to fix the damaged gym floor rather than take money out of the general fund.

The shoe auctioned proved successful and the school decided that this would be a good way to generate funds for special projects and so shoe confiscation was expanded to breaking other rules. Shoe confiscation replaced detention and so money was saved by not having to pay detention teachers.

Once enough shoes were forfeited there would be a shoe auction. Here are the shoes that were auctioned off and what caused them to be forfeited.

1 pair brown cowboy boots – late for class
1 pair mary janes – late for class
1 pair skate shoes – unprepared for class
1 pair blue sneakers – unprepared for class
2 pairs white sneakers – unprepared for class
1 pair black and red sneakers – unprepared for class
1 pair tan deck shoes – unprepared for class
1 pair converse all stars – vulgar language
1 pair white sneakers – talking in class
1 pair tan deck shoes – talking in class
1 pair work boots – waking on gym floor
1 pair black cowboy boots – walking on gym floor
2 pairs tan cowboy boots – walking on gym floor
2 pairs brown deck shoes – walking on gym floor
2 pairs tan deck shoes – walking on gym floor
2 pairs of soccer slides – cheating

Rules were that anyone who had lost shoes since the last shoe auction was not able to bid. Often people would bid on the shoes of their nemeses and rivals. The punishment of losing your shoes was enhanced by seeing someone you did not care for now wearing them.