The Apprentice Electrician

Author – Harry

Pete was pissed off! His apprentice, Harry, had overslept again. The lad rushed out of his house in his socks carrying his brand new CAT work boots and tool bag. Harry’s breath smelled of alcohol, another late night. Pete warned him he’d be fired next time even though Harry had the potential of being a good electrician.
They were running late, Pete drove the van as Harry put his boots on. The young apprentice promised to buy the tea and bacon butties as way of an apology.
To make up for lost time Harry would have to work alone on the first job of the day, changing some wall sockets. Pete gave him the keys to the empty property, telling his apprentice to keep the front door locked it was a bad area for crime. He also told him to wear shoe covers over his boots as the house had new carpets fitted recently.
An hour later Pete returned to discover the front door open, he found Harry asleep on a bedroom floor. Pete decided to teach him a lesson.
A few minutes later he gave Harry a kick. The lad woke up, Pete shouted at him for leaving the front door open and being asleep, Harry said he must have dozed off after changing the sockets and hadn’t realised the door was left open.
Pete looked at Harry’s feet, he was wearing bright red football socks. “Where’s your boots?”
Without any shoe covers Harry said he removed his boots and worked in his socks. Pete was pleased with his work.
As they left the house Harry shouted. “Where’s my boots!”
He said he had left them in the hallway, Pete reminded him about leaving the front door open.
“A smackhead has probably nicked your boots, he’ll be selling them right now in a pub to get money for his next fix!”
Harry looked irritated at the thought of his boots being passed around a pub and getting sold for probably £20 as he stupidly stood in his socked feet.
He was more upset when told he would have to work in his socks all day as Pete refused to take him home to get his old boots.
“I can’t work without boots”
“We’re running late because you slept in, you lost your boots because you fell asleep leaving the door wide open, actions have consequences. Live with it and live without your boots for one day” said Pete.
Harry sheepishly got in the van in his socked feet.
Pete pulled the van into a busy lay-by, popular with truck drivers as the greasy spoon burger van did cheap tasty food.
“Don’t forget the brown sauce on my bacon” said Pete.
Harry looked at the food queue then his feet and said he couldn’t get them as he had no shoes on.
“You promised to get them” said Pete.
Harry squirmed as he awkwardly stepped over the uneven gravelled ground towards the queue for food. The truckers laughed at his discomfort of being shoeless on the sharp stones. After an embarrassing wait he made the same awkward journey back to the van, this time trying not to spill two cups of tea. Pete laughed, he could have easily moved the van closer, but chose to watch his young apprentice suffer instead.
At their next job, Pete tucked his trousers into his socks, he told Harry to do the same.
“Apparently they have mice in the basement, we don’t want them running up our trouser legs” said Pete.
It was bad enough being shoeless, but to have fully visible bright red socked feet on display at a height up a ladder in a busy open plan office changing ceiling lamps embarrassed Harry greatly.
“We didn’t go down to the basement and we didn’t see any mice” said Harry as they returned to the van. Pete just laughed, Harry knew he’d been set up.
As Harry didn’t have a driving licence, Pete waited in the van with the engine running on double yellow lines in the city centre as Harry once again queued in his socks, this time at Greggs the bakers for some lunchtime pasties.
With a joyful smile permanently etched on Petes face, Harry began to realise that Pete was intentionally creating maximum embarrassment for him but could do nothing about it.
After lunch at another office block, they were actually working in a basement. But again Pete had Harry return to the van in his socks through the busy reception area to get some red cable ties. He returned claiming to have not found any in the van. Pete was sure they had some but Harry claimed to have fully searched the van.
“Looks like a walk to the nearest hardware store for you” said Pete looking at Harry’s socked feet with a fiendish smile.
Harry suggested borrowing Pete’s boots to avoid injuring his feet and needing to take a sick day tomorrow. Harry had a valid point.
Pete said Harry could wear his boots providing he agreed to forfeit his own boots everytime he slept in. Harry reluctantly agreed, Pete took off his boots.
The fear of losing his boots everytime he slept in might stop the young apprentice from partying, thought Pete as he didn’t want to fire him.
Working in his socks felt weird to Pete, allowing an apprentice to literally have the boots of his feet felt more weird. But he was OK, nobody would see him shoeless. That was until the fire alarm sounded!
He wasn’t aware of a fire drill when he signed in at reception, therefore he had to treat the threat as real and evacuate the building and join everyone else in the car park in his socks.
He now understood Harry’s discomfort as the assembled office workers stared at him strangely. To make things worse he still had his trousers tucked into his socks from earlier. His flecked light grey boot socks were very much visible. To untuck his trousers infront of everyone would just increase everyone’s awareness of his socked feet.
After registering his presence with the Fire Marshall, he headed to his van only to realise Harry still had the keys.
An hour had passed as he stood shoeless in the crowded car park before being allowed back inside the building. Apparently someone had set off the alarm, maliciously or accidentally, nobody knew.
Soon after, Harry returned, Pete said nothing about his embarrassing hour stood in the car park in his socks as he demanded the boots from his apprentice.
The work day finished, Harry was pleased to be home, a day he wouldn’t forget too soon. As he got out of the van Pete gave him something hidden in the back of the van. His supposedly stolen boots. Pete said he’d hidden them to teach him a lesson for leaving the customers door unlocked earlier.
Harry gave no reaction to getting his boots back, which surprised Pete.
Harry watched his boss drive off and smiled, he’d played Pete at his own game without him knowing!
Earlier when searching for the red cable ties, Harry had found his boots hidden in the van. Pete had been playing him all day. He knew his boss would send him to buy cable ties if he claimed they had none. Suggesting a day off sick would help persuade Pete to hand over his boots. Setting off the fire alarm without being seen was tricky.
Covertly watching Pete without his boots in a car park looking severely embarrassed gave Harry great satisfaction.
Locked out of his van in socked feet whilst Harry had his keys and wearing his boots made up for what Pete had made him suffer all day.
The only thing Harry hadn’t expected when planning his revenge was to have to agree to forfeit his boots if he was late again. If he hadn’t agreed then Pete would not have given Harry his boots.
A promise that would be difficult to avoid as the young apprentice had no intention of giving up his late night partying.

Jack on the Bus

Author – Jack

Jack was tired as he waited for the last bus home. He’d worked a 12 hour shift behind a bar and the last thing he needed was for some drunk guy in a suit to bore him to death at the bus stop.
Two young guys boarded the bus first, the drunk sat downstairs, to avoid him Jack went upstairs. The two guys had occupied the front seats so Jack sat a few rows behind, at least his journey home would be quiet on the nearly empty bus.
At the next stop the peace ended as the sound of noisy teenagers engulfed the lower deck. Two teens climbed the stairs, Jack sensed they would be trouble as they had their hoodies up and were wearing paper covid masks. He wasn’t concerned, he was quite athletic in his 6′ frame, he could handle the two scrawny looking gangster wannabe teenagers.
They went straight to the front of the bus. Raised voices captured Jack’s attention as he overheard the teens demanding the shoes from the two guys feet.
Jack knew he had to stop the shoe mugging, but he wanted to watch the guys remove their trainers first. With his view restricted by the bus seats, he put his phone on video record and placed it on the floor facing towards their feet.
The two guys were older than the teens, they should have resisted but didn’t, they took off their shoes much to Jacks amusement.
Jack used to force his brother and his school mates out of their shoes and lock them outside in their socked feet.
It was time to rescue the two guys and make the two scrawny teenagers take off their shoes as punishment and also capture them doing so on his hidden phone. He walked to the front row of seats, the two guys looked embarrassed and helpless as they sat in their black socked feet, their New Balance and Adidas trainers were wedged between the hand rail and front window. Jack looked at the two teens then their feet, both wearing black/grey TN’s. He told them to give the guys’ their trainers and then take off their own shoes.
The two teens just laughed, annoying Jack. He puffed out his chest to emphasise his physique compared to their skinny frames and told them again to take off their trainers but they just laughed again.
Jack followed the gaze of the two shoeless guys as they looked behind him. Suddenly a sharp object prodded Jack in his his back. He hadn’t noticed two more teens sneaking up the stairs and were now standing behind him.
The teens smiled as they told Jack to take off his trainers.
He’d been ambushed. Should he fight or give in to their demands. If he fought he could risk falling between the seats and risk a serious beating so he tried to talk his way out of the situation.
He looked at his feet, although his white Air Force One trainers with black swoosh were quite new they looked very grubby covered in beer stains after pulling pints all day. He told them his shoes were of no value to them, they were dirty and several sizes larger than any of the teens feet.
The teens said they weren’t going to keep his shoes, just deprive him of them for now, have some fun whilst they were on the bus. Jack looked at the two shoeless guys, did he want to be like them sat on a bus in his socks being humiliated by teenagers.
He puffed out his chest again, to show he wasn’t intimidated, unlike the two guys who easily gave up their trainers. But another prod of the sharp object in his back made his decision.
Knowing he would not lose his trainers permanently and having to suffer a bit of humility at being forced to ride the bus in his socks was better than a good beating or even worse.
He immediately regretted wearing white socks as they stuck to the dirty floor of the bus as he took off his Nikes.
The two shoeless guys looked at him then his socked feet, he had come to their rescue, like the Cavalry, now he was joining them in defeat, he blushed with embarrassment especially as his trainers were put next to theirs, like some sort of trophy placed in a cabinet.
He now knew how his brother and his mates had felt getting their shoes taken.
A pair of black loafers were produced, they belonged to the drunk guy in the suit downstairs. The teens laughed when their mate explained he had slid them off some sleeping guys feet, he doesn’t know his shoes have been stolen.
As he sat in his socks, Jack felt he knew some of his tormentors but dismissed the idea as he wouldn’t associate himself with grubby looking teenagers.
The bus was now out in the countryside. Jack went to grab his trainers as the bus approached his stop, but one of the teens grabbed them first. Jack said they’ve had their fun and now he wanted his shoes back.
The teen looked at Jack’s Nikes, laughed, then threw them down the bus, they dropped out of sight among the rows of seats. Jack went to stand but got pushed back down and got told he would get off when they let him.
He felt even more defenseless without any shoes on his feet which made him feel really stupid for giving them his trainers in the first place. Now he had to sit and obey them.
The teens laughed throwing the remaining shoes down the bus, much to the dismay of the two other guys.
Travelling further into the countryside Jack again demanded his shoes and to get off the bus. Eventually they rang the bell. The bus stopped, the teens ordered Jack and the other two downstairs without their shoes, Jack could see the drunk guy, still asleep, his right leg stuck out into the aisle showing a black socked foot.
They were pushed of the bus in their socked feet. One of the guys protested, the teens laughed. Being the last bus of the night, their trainers would be found later by the cleaner and sent to the lost property office, claimed one of the teens.
The doors closed, the bus, the teens and their trainers disappeared into the darkness leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere in their socked feet.
Jack decided to phone a taxi, then realised his phone was still on the bus along with his trainers. The other guys had no signal, they began walking in the opposite direction to Jack. He had a long shoeless walk home in the dark.
He could only hope his phone and his trainers would be taken to the lost property office of the bus company.

Trey PT.2

Author – Zach

Me and Trey walked to the mall after school to go mess around. It’s been like a few days or so and Trey still wearing his left shoe and just a sock on his right foot. We messed around at the mall and Trey got kicked out of JCPennys for acting like he was asleep in a bed. After we walked back to his place. I asked him want your shoe back yet. Trey stuck up his sock foot and said up to you I don’t care. We watched some TV and I went home. Next day walked to his house like usual before school trey had on the usual trey style with his left high top and just a white sock on his right foot. We walked to school and trey stepped on a rock in his sock foot and said ouch. I said missing your shoe yet and trey said nope I’m good. We got to school and lately all the girls love it that trey wears one shoe they say his foot looks cute with just a sock. A few teachers don’t like that trey only wears one shoe but he doesn’t care. After school we walked back to his place and played some Xbox. While we were playing he put his sock foot in my face that was filthy from him wearing one shoe. I said eww that’s disgusting. Trey laughed. I said you know if you had your shoe your sock wouldn’t be dirty. He said well you have my shoe. Today I walked to treys house before school and he came out in the usual trey style and with his left high top and today had on a bright red sock. I said you know that sock sticks out right. Trey said yea so what. I still have treys right shoe and he still doesn’t care if I give it back or not.

Trey

Author – Zack

so a new kid trey came to my school and he’s the class clown and is always getting in trouble. Everyday he always wears a hoodie with ripped jeans and some beat white high tops and these white sunglasses. Everyone at the school calls it the trey style. I have math with him and he sits across from me. We finally started talking and he’s a really cool guy. The next few days we got to know each other. After school we walked to the park to play some basketball. We played some basketball and trey was really good. After we walked back to his house. Trey only lives with his brother and he don’t care what Trey does. We went to his room and layed on his bed and chilled. After like a hour I said come on let’s do something. Trey said no bruh Im tired. I said come on but trey said no. I grabbed his right foot and started pulling on his shoe but it wouldn’t come off. I almost pulled so hard he fell off the bed. I untied his shoe and pulled it off his white sock foot. I said if you want your shoe back then let’s do something. Trey said I’m about to go to bed and honestly you could keep my shoe for forever and I wouldn’t care at all. I said ok bet and left with his right shoe. I got home and tossed it in my closet and went to bed. THe next day I walked to Treys house before school and trey came out wearing the usual sunglasses hoodie with ripped jeans but on his left foot was his white high top and the right foot had a white sock. I said still don’t want your shoe back. Trey said no I really don’t care. We walked to school and trey didn’t even mention his shoe again. He went the whole day in one shoe and a sock and was his sock filthy. After school we were walking home and I said your sock is so dirty if only you had your shoe to cover it. Trey said if you give me it back I’ll wear it but if you don’t I still don’t care. The next day same thing one shoe and a sock except his sock was green and it rained and Trey had to hop on one foot but still didn’t care. He says he doesn’t care and is fine with a sock. I’m curious if I should just give him his shoe back or keep it going and see what happens.

The dart game pt. 2

Author – Alexander

My mate was going back to town and I thought he was going home but he took another turn. I didn’t know what he was up to now but I knew I had still about half an hour to obey him. We reached the mall and we put our bikes aside. He looked at me and said I want you to walk into the mall walk through and come back over the outside. I was reluctant about it and hesitated a little. Then he said okay I walk with you. Before I knew it he was already inside and I could only follow him. When I came in he stood by these lockers where you can put your things in you don’t need to shop. I looked at him and he just laughed and said come on let’s go for a walk. I looked for my shoes but I didn’t see them. He started walking and I followed him. I felt uncomfy because I was shoeless and thought that everybody was looking at me. Then we reached the escalator and my mate said let’s have a look up there and he stepped up. I followed him and it felt like the first step tickled my feet, that was kind of funny. We walked around the first floor and we went down again. We walked further and halfway he went into the supermarket. We walked around for several minutes and I got some strange looks from the people there but noone said anything, I think. Without buying anything we went out again and walked further to the exit. We came outside and my mate was thinking out loud if he wanted to go back through the inside or over the outside. He decided to walk over the outside. We came back to our bikes and he got up and then I asked him about my shoes and he said yeah I know where they are but the 3 hours haven’t finished yet and he started cycling away. I had to follow him again. He finally went to his home again and when we reached it the 3 hours were finished and he handed me a key. Laughing he said this is the key to your shoes. I said okay and realized I had to go back to the mall. So I went back to retrieve my shoes but I didn’t put them on because of my dirty socks and went home like that. After all I think we had a funny day….

The Dart Game pt. 1

Author – Alexander

The other day I went to my mate’s house. He invited me in and gave me something to drink. We talked a little about things and he told me he got this electronic dartsboard. I said okay, I don’t know much about that game and he got up and said come on I’ll show you. I followed him into the little shed in his garden. There it was, he plugged it in and he gave me a set of darts. I started throwing the darts at the board. Then he did his turn and then me again and after some practice he said let’s do a 2 out of 3 game. I said okay. Then he said loser has to obey the winner for next 3 hours. I felt reluctant for a moment but I agreed. He wasn’t that good either. We started of and the first game I won surprisingly but the second was for him. We looked at eachother and laughed a little. We played on and he won again. Now I had to obey him for the next 3 hours and I really didn’t know what he was up to. He said come on let’s get our bikes and go somewhere. We cycled outside of town until we got to the entrance of a wood. There was this fence and he told me to climb up and sit down on it. It was about 4 feet high so it was no problem. He looked at me and my feet and then he pushed them a little back until the front of my shoes were on the crossbar. Then he started pulling on the heels but nothing much happened because I had tied them up for a change. He started untying the laces and losing them up until my heel popped out, first left and then the right one. I wanted to ask him what he was up to but we agreed that the loser was not alowed to ask anything. He told me to jump off the fence and start walking into the wood. I walked a few steps but it wasn’t that easy to walk with my shoes being very loose. After a few yards he stepped on my right heel and I just walked out of my shoe, I stopped for a second but he told me to just keep walking. A few steps further he did the same with my left shoe. There I was walking in red with black heel and toe socks. I had to keep on walking and don’t look back. Several yards further he said stop, if you want your shoes back you’ll have to pick them up. I turned around and I could barely see them. I started walking back and he told me to just pick them up but not put them on. When I returned to my mate he told me to put them on again, so I did. We walked on and we came to this open field. On the edge was a little hunters cabin and my mate said let’s take a look there. We had to cross some high grass and leaves and everything but we made it. It was about 7 or 8 feet high and he said let’s take a look up there. You go first, I started climbing up the ladder and he grabbed my shoes again. I could hear them falling somewhere in the high grass and he was only laughing as he followed me up. We sat there for a little while and I tried to locate my shoes but I couldn’t. After some time he said let’s go down again so you can search for your shoes. I went down first and when I stood there I looked around for my shoes but I didn’t see them. I walked around a little and then my mate says found them and he started walking towards where we came from. I said come on let me put them on first and he just said no can’t do that and he walked on laughing. I had to cross the field in my socked feet and because of all the little branches it was a little painfull. When he reached the path to the entrance he just kept on walking and I was just halfway the field. Eventually he made me walk back in socks to our bikes. When I arrived he was already cycling away. I shouted come on wait up for me but I got no answer. I got up my bike and I noticed the filth and dry grass on my feet. I followed him up and on my way there were some people approaching and I got little embarrassed. When I finally reached my mate I could see he tied my shoes together and they were hanging on the handlebar. I wanted to ask him what next but I wasn’t allowed to so I could just follow him wherever he went.

To be continued….

Dilemma

Author – lrsocks

The clock said 7:28 which meant I was late. I jumped out of bed, slipped on my clothes and penny loafers, grabbed my backpack and dashed out the door just in time to see the bus role by my house. My only thought was catching the bus at the next stop four blocks away. I didn’t realize my mistake of using my neighbor’s backyard as a shortcut until I landed and heard a deep growl. There was no time to go back or panic. I made a dash for the gate, but there was no time to open it. I jumped onto the fence and then landed on the other side. The dog did not get me, but he got my right penny loafer. My grey-striped white sock with maroon heel and green toe was now free for all to see. I didn’t have time to waste. I started running as fast as one shod foot and one sock foot would allow. The only way I was going to catch that bus was to go up the steep hill. I was going to make it. I was confident until I felt my heel slipping in and out of my loafer as I got closer to the top of the hill. I was determined to catch that bus. As I reached the top of the hill my loafer decided it did not want to stay on. I turned and watched it roll back down the hill until it reached the bottom. I would have went back down to get it, but the bus rounded the corner. I had no choice but to get on the bus shoeless. Some pointed, some laughed and others pointed and laughed. I may have lost my loafers, but I had caught the bus. I looked down at my two white sock feet wiggling my toes wondering how the rest of the day would play out. I took my sneakers out of my backpack and slipped them on wondering how I was going to get through school. At school we are only allowed to wear sneakers during P.E. class. I tried to think, but nothing came to mind. The closer we got to school the more bummed I got knowing I was in trouble. “Hey, I left my sneakers at home. Would you mind swapping with me for first period?” asked Brady. I was relieved for now. Brady had P.E. first period and was wearing his uniform with a pair of Sperry boat shoes. I gladly slipped off my black, gunmetal and lime Osiris NYC hightops and handed them to him. He slipped off his boat shoes showing his black crew socks with green heels and toes. “Thanks man, you are a life saver”, I said. Brady said we can switch back at the end of class. The only thing left was to figure out how I was going to get through the rest of the day without getting into trouble. First period did not last long enough for me. I met Brady after first period, and we swapped shoes again. I started to panic until I heard Chase say, “Hey I want to switch shoes too.” He had P.E. next which worked out for me. He slipped off his Docker’s tassel loafers, and I slipped off my sneakers and gave them to him. I was actually going to make it. I was more confident now. Second period went by quickly. Chase and I swapped shoes. Third period was no sweat because I had P.E. Since lunch was next I could get away with wearing my P.E. uniform during lunch. Unfortunately, no one else would swap with me after that. I had to change back into my regular clothes with my sneakers. Lucky for me I was close to my next period. I quickly ducked into the class and took my seat without anyone noticing. The class was almost over when I noticed Logan looking down at my feet. I tried to hide my sneakers, but it was too late. I thought he was going to tell on me, but the bell rang, and I quickly walked out. I though I had gotten away until I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the principal telling me to meet him in his office. Everyone shook their heads and pointed as I made my way to the principal’s office. Logan said, “Shame on you.” The principal did not waste any time. He read me the riot act and told me to hand over my sneakers. There was no point in arguing with him. I slipped off my sneakers and handed them to him. I could have told him what happened, but he would have just said I should have gotten up early enough to catch the bus. I had to wear the old pair of Clark loafers which said to all that I had broken the rules and did not have the proper footwear. I passed by the locker room on the way to my next class. I slipped into the locker room and spotted Logan’s boat shoes. I quickly grabbed them and hid them feeling justified for him telling on me. After class I saw the principal holding Logan’s black, blue and white Versaflex sneakers in his hand as Logan walked away in his white-striped black socks with blue heels and toes. There was only one pair of spare shoes, so other offenders had to go shoeless. Served him right. At lease I had on shoes for now. Before long I had to untie the laces because the loafers were too tight. They were still uncomfortable, so in class I slipped them both off to get some relief. I didn’t realize that the guys behind me decided to play a prank and take them. When class was over I looked for the loafers but could not find them. I was in real trouble now. Of course the principal would be right there as I came out of the class room. Once again I was on my way to the principal’s office this time in my socks. This day had really gone down hill. What I did not know was that it would get better once I made it to the principal’s office. Guess who was waiting on me when I entered the door. Not only was I in trouble so were the pranksters that stole the loafers. Luckily the principal had caught them with the loafers he gave to me. Not only did they have to give me back the loafers. They had to hand over their sneakers. They had not bothered to wear their loafers. They all had on sneakers. I watched as Max slipped off his black and white leather Nike Cortez revealing his white and black elite socks, Myk handed over his teal Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars showing his ironic blue and white socks that looked like Converse sneakers, and finally Matt slipping off his gray, white and black DVS Havoc skateshoes revealing his no-show black and white socks. At the end of the day we all went to the office to retrieve our shoes. As we waited for the principal Mitch walked into the office in his black socks with white heels and toes. His DVS Tracker Heir skateshoes had been confiscated by the principal after P.E. class when he could not find his Sperry boat shoes. We waited and waited for the principal. Finally, the principal walked in and told us that we could not have our sneakers back. We all looked at each other and then back at the principal. He told us that our sneakers had been stolen, and because it was the end of the day, there was nothing he could do until tomorrow morning. I had to hand over the loafers because they belong to the school. We were all in socks now and had to do the walk of shame shoeless, but luckily most of the students had already left the school.

Stag Don’t

Author – Sam Sneaks

The city I live in is famous for many things, one thing in particular is that it’s a haven for stag do’s (bachelor parties for our friends across the pond).

When the weather is warm (and frequently even when it isn’t) they can be seen getting off the train at the station by the dozen, identical T-shirts, fancy dress, just that general look about them that says ‘We’re about to get absolutely hammered because it’s fun!’

It had been a long day in a stifling office and I was looking forward to getting home; sitting down and maybe re-reading a few of my favourite Where’s My Sneaks stories.

I could see them ahead on the pavement, 7 of them in identical red t-shirts sorting a cartoon drawing of a man’s face with stag horns coming out of his forehead. They were already well into the swing office things based on the way they were yelling and mock rough-housing a tall blond guy in his late 20s.

It was rush hour and the queue of cars at the lights wasnt moving fast, I had the windows down to let some fresh air in and try and blow the cobwebs away so could hear them quite clearly.

“Those trainers are crap!” Said one.

“Fuck off!” Said the stag, “they’re my favourite pair, Alex bought them for me after our first date!”

“They’re still crap, and beaten to shit! You should throw them out and get some Nikes like the rest of us!”

The lights changed to green so I put them out of my mind and pulled forward, coming to a stop just at the lights as they changed back to red.

“Here we’ll help you, Doug grab his arms!”

“Get the fuck off me you pricks!” bawled someone.

There was the sound of scuffling and two dirty blue objects flew in through my passenger side window and landed on the seat next to me.

Before I could do more than blink the lights changed again and I had to pull forward across the junction.

I crossed the road then pulled in to the side to see what had just happened.

I looked down and there to the side were a pair of beaten up Adidas sambas, their warm odeur starting to fill the car even against the scents of the city.

I looked up into my rear view mirror to see the stag striding across the road towards me, face set in a determined expression.

Without hesitation I picked up the sambas and gave them a little wave through the rear windscreen as i pulled away from the curb and away drink the stag.

It’s Britain and the summer weather doesn’t last long but the site of the stag, stunned expression on his face while his mates double over in laughter (and the rear dashcam footage that caught the whole incident) kept my heart warm on many a cold night while those sambas did a very similar effect on my toes.

Friend stole my shoes 2

Author – Nate

Sunday I woke up and was getting around when I realized that I forgot that my buddy Shawn had stole both my right sneakers the day before. Later that afternoon I dig out a old pair of etnie skate sneakers I use to wear but I figured they’d be good enough for the day, I also grab my left black and white nike to give to him so I can get my other nike back that he stole at the party. Well I knock at his door and he comes outside and says lets go, I say where to? It’s already getting late I just want my shoes back, he said don’t worry let’s go, so he makes me drive to this spot by the lake right outta town. He said he was reading something online that he wanted to try, I said what? He didn’t say anything but as I sat down next to the beach he grabbed my right etnie sneaker and started to dig sand with it, he burried it and said go ahead and dig it up so I start digging and he grabs my left etnie and does the same thing as I’m digging up my right. As I get my right back I walk across the sand in my socks and sit down to dig up my left shoe, he grabs my right again and takes off. It’s starting to get dark out so I quickly find the left shoe and take off after him but when I catch him he’s still holding my sneaker but it’s now missing the insole and shoelace. I said what the hell? He said I tossed them into the water and pointed to the shore, I run out to the water but can’t see them so I head back to him and he is sitting on the hood of my car, without my right shoe. I said well what did you do now, he said he burried it and said ok hand me your left etnie, so I do and he pulls the insole and lace outta it and burried the main shoe in a hole he dug already and dumped the insole in the trash and pocketed the lace saying he’ll just hold onto it. I sigh and said lets go I’m sick of loosing shoes to you so we head home I’m driving in my dirty white socks when he pulls from his backpack my right black and green nike. He said here’s your nike for your trouble, even though I’m shoeless now I’m a bit relieved because I now have a matching set once I get home. So I drive him home and he jumps out at his place and I go to my place and start looking for my nike and it’s nowhere to be seen, that’s when I get the text that he decided to keep my lone right nike along with my black and white pair. So in a matter of two days I lost 2 pairs of sneakers and 1 single nike, I’m going to have to go shoe shopping here soon.

The Party

Author – Lost Shoe

This happened about 3 months ago. So, I was at a party wearing Converse and some white socks. It was just a bunch of kids playing videos games, chatting about something, and wolfing down pizza and gulping down some Coca-Cola. That lasted about 3-4 hours until the football team arrived unannounced and they showed up in their gear when we were just in pajamas because it was a pajama party. So, anyways, they show up and bring beer. This is a problem mostly because we can’t drink any alcohol. Then, everyone started to get drunk while me, my friend, and a few other kids stayed sober. I started to walk out because the party was out of control. That is when some kid tackled me to the ground. He went for my shoe which I tied pretty tight. Then, one of the football players came out, pulled out a pocketknife, and cut the laces. They then thought was to burn the shoe. I walked home with one Converse and a white sock on my right foot.