Author – Leon
I had been at the cinema and had had some fun with my shoes. I always take them off in the dark and hope that they will be kicked away and I will have to look for them. One was moved some rows of seats in front and took a little while to find. One of the staff saw me looking and asked if I had lost something. I felt embarrassed telling him that I’d lost my shoe! Anyway I found it and left the building. It was raining heavily and I had to cross a busy road to get to the bus stop. Dodging the traffic I ran across the road and as I got nearly to the other side I made a leap for the footpath and my left shoe came off and rolled. I landed on the footpath and looked round for my trainer but couldn’t see it in the road. Just a few feet away was the opening of a storm drain and I guess thats where my shoe went. I could hear the water pouring into it and it seemed to be deep so there was no hope of finding my shoe. I walked to the bus stop and got the next bus home. By this time my white sock was sopping wet and dirty and as I got on the bus several young guys made comments. When I got off the bus the young guys got off too and one of them said, very loudly “Youve lost your shoe” for all the people waiting to get on the bus to hear. I said it was embarrassing and he said that it wasn’t bad to lose a shoe; he said that one night he had been out with friends and on the train home they had stripped him and thrown his clothes out of the train window. He got off the train and walked home in his briefs and socks! So I guess losing a shoe isn’t so bad after all.
Author – Al Wunshu
Since I was a little boy I have been fascinated by the Idea of losing a shoe; I guess Cinderella has a lot to answer for! When I was fourteen I was going on a paper round with a friend on his bike. We finished the round and were going home. I was riding with him on his bike when, going downhill his brake cable broke and we couldn’t stop. We crashed into a lorry, which was cornering on the wrong side of the road. We were both catapulted off the bike and landed in the road. His shirt was torn and he had a nasty gash in his arm; I wasn’t hurt but my pants were torn and my right shoe was missing. The police and ambulance were called and we were taken off to the small local hospital, me still without a shoe. Despite the embarrassment of having my right buttock exposed through the rip in my pants I felt very excited having only one shoe and I was looking forward to leaving the hospital and going home wearing only the one shoe. But then one of the policemen who had been at the scene came in with my right shoe. I felt very disappointed. The shoe had been found in a garden near the accident.
After this I started slipping one shoe off in all sorts of places, I guess hoping that someone would move it or even steal it. I used to go to a club and the quickest way home was to cut across the park. I would take one shoe off and keep it under my coat and pretend that I had lost it. But this wasn’t good enough. One night I hid my right shoe and went for a walk with one shoe and a white sock. I got some odd looks, but I found it very exciting. When I got back to collect my shoe it wasn’t there; someone had taken it. So for the first time I had really lost my shoe. I had a very arousing walk home, and found it so great that I started to ‘lose’ shoes on purpose, usually very much in public. I devised ways of losing a shoe in a place where I could get it back. The favorite thing was to let it fall between the platform and the train, then travel for maybe three or four stops before going back to see if I could get it back. Station staff were very good. But things can go wrong. One evening in London I did this on the underground, but when I got a staff member to get it for me it wasn’t there. He said it must have got caught up on the train and gone off with it. So there I was in the centre of London, on my way to a concert, with only one shoe. That was not planned; but it was very exciting. I went to the concert, then had to travel 70 miles home by train with one black loafer and one white sock. I was aroused most of the journey!
Author – Emil
Last friday, my school’s corridor, a break between second and third lesson that day. I was in our school’s shop to buy a new pen (that one I used just broke). But when the bell rings, I was still in the shop. So I started to run back to my class, trying not to be late for my lesson. When I’d been running upstairs, I slipped at some moment and fell down the stairs. I got up and it turned out that i lost my right shoe. I looked back and I saw some kid, picking my shoe up off the floor and throwing it with all his strengh! So i immediately lost my shoe from my sight. I try to look for my shoe, but i couldn’t found it. So I reached the my class not only late, but with one shoe as well. Worst of all, that Mrs. Burska called me also to the blackboard! Everyone in my class saw me walking one-shoed. So, they laughed at me a lot that day, because I had to spent three lessons more wearing one shoe and only brown sock on my other foot. Finally, My shoe was given to the lost and found box.
Of course, I have boots in dressing room, but it is not allowed to wearing boots at school.
Author – Emil
It is still very warm here, and when yesterday, at Christmas Eve I went to the Midnight Mass, i’d been wearing my dress shoes instead of boots, as usually in december. I had a place on the bench at the side nave.
Everything was fine until it came time Holy Communion. But when I’d been going back and wanted to
take my place on the bench, I tripped over the other boy’s feet (he had them on the pew). I thought I would fall down, but fortunately it did not happen. Less happily, my shoe fell off my foot and landed somewhere on the floor. I looked back, but I could not saw it.
I could only take my place as if nothing had happened. I spent the rest of the Mass without my right shoe, hoping that nobody would notice. The floor of the church is made of stone, my foot was cold quickly, so I put it on the top of my shod one. Of course, the boy, who was sitting next to me on the right side, he noticed that I only have one shoe. I saw that he suppresses a giggle, but he said nothing. After the end of the cowherd I had to pass him, so he could go to the main aisle. He said very quietly, “”What a bad luck.”” I started can seek my lost shoe. I found it under the bench before that my one.
Author – Jman
This happened during finals week in college. My girlfriend and I were studying in the student union in one of the rooms and we had taken off our shoes, After a while we decided to take a study break and go to the snack bar. I asked my girlfriend if we should go in shoes or in socks. “In socks” she emphatically said. So we went to the snack bar in our socks and left our shoes where we were studying. It was not unusual for people to walk around the student union in socked feet. I had done it before and my shoes were always there when I got back.
After a while we came back to the room where we were studying. As we were walking back to the room we saw, in the distance, someone putting our shoes into a garbage bag.
We then went to the managers office to report our stolen shoes. We were told that our shoes were not stolen but had been removed by the cleaning crew. We were told that the cleaning crew does a shoe sweep and they have to remove any shoes left on the floor so they could vacuum the floor. They also remove shoes left in areas where someone could trip over them. He then told us that shoes often get swept away during exam week because people are in the building later and the hour when it is cleaned.
We asked if there was a way that we could get our shoes back and we were told that we could not get them back as they had probably been placed in the trash.
Author – Tim
When I was in high-school, gym class was the one thing I could never stand. Most of the other students were ignorant and the teachers weren’t better.
One day as gym was beginning I was running late and was one of the last few students to enter the locker room to change into our gym attire. Before I was ready to go out on the floor I ran to where the water fountain was at to get a quick drink, leaving my dc sneakers behind where my locker was at.
When I came back my sneakers were gone and I frantically searched for them but to no avail. As I was going out of the locker room to tell the teachers of my shoes being stolen, the door was locked (which was a policy that they had to prevent people from coming in and stealing students books and other belongings). So there I was, shoeless and having to wait until the class came back in so the door could be opened. When they came back I made my way to the teacher to explain my situation, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“You skip my class, well you’ll miss you next class. Today we ran out on the soccer field so you’ll do the same.
“But my shoes are missing” I said. He said that’s not his problem and escorted me outside. As we stepped outside it began to rain heavily and I looked at him and said
“Cant I just make it up tomorrow? I’m going to get soaked out here.” He pointed to the field and said to run/walk around until I complete 5 laps. And so I did, completing 5 laps in my once bright no show socks.
Luckily the next class I would have had was a “free class” and then after that school was done for the day.
I went home on the bus that day without my sneakers and got some weird stairs, thankfully those sneakers were not my only pair
Author – Jman
One time I was asked to be in a three-on-three basketball tournament. I decided to do it for two reasons. First, there was a $300 dollar prize for the winner and it was a chance to try out my new basketball shoes.
Our teams turn to play came up and we lost our game. After the game this black box was brought out to the floor. My two teammates took off their basketball shoes and put them in the black box and and they were hinting at me to do the same. What I did not realize was that in this tournament winners got a prize but the losers of each game had to give up their basketball shoes. I took my new basketball shoes off and held them in my hands for a while staring at what was no longer mine and I dropped my shoes into the black box.