Author – Cam
Yesterday, my friend came over to visit. When he knocked, I just told him to come in while I played video games on the couch. I heard him come in and take his shoes off, and he came over to join me. I secretly love when he takes his shoes off, because he always wears fun socks, but this time he wore simple grey ankle socks. I didn’t think much of it and didn’t ask why, but I did notice it was unusual for him.
Later that day, I asked if he wanted to grab a bite to eat. He said he didn’t want to go anywhere, but takeout sounded good. I assumed it was because of the pandemic and it probably being less safe to eat out, so I agreed and started to put my shoes on. He said he didn’t want to wear shoes. I kind of laughed and asked why and said he’d just go in his socks. I said okay and we left. I only spotted one of his shoes by the door, but I assumed the other was just carelessly tossed nearby.
We came back and ate, and eventually he had to leave to go back home. I said I would bring him his things and he said very suddenly, “No, you don’t have to.” I chuckled and said it was no big deal and he got nervous and fidgety. I thought there must be something he didn’t want me to see in his bag, so I said, “Don’t worry, I just meant I’ll just bring you your shoes.”
I went to the door and grabbed his left grey DC sneaker and looked around for the other for a while. I couldn’t find it anywhere, but still I wasn’t super worried. I thought he must know where he’d set it down, or maybe it was in or under his bag. I jokingly brought him the one shoe I’d found and tossed it at him saying, “looks like you’ll have to go home in one.” He blushed beet red but didn’t say anything, silently sliding on his one shoe and picking up his bag, sighing and looking down.
“You’re joking,” I said, not believing him at first.
He just shook his head. “The other one isn’t here.”
“Where is it?” I asked.
“I don’t have it,” he admitted, embarrassed.
“I wear them too loose, I guess. I was running to catch my bus yesterday, but I slipped in the wet grass and it flew off and I didn’t have time to look, and I couldn’t find it today before I came here…” he shrugged. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” he sighed.
“I wondered why the grey socks,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood and make him feel better.
He nodded. “They kinda match, at least a little.”
“Less obvious that you’re missing a shoe, definitely,” I told him.
We had a good laugh about it, and I teased him because it’s his only pair. We’re both usually limited to one pair for the last couple of years because university is so expensive, but I was sure his family would help him get a new pair the moment he was brave enough to tell them what happened. I didn’t worry about him too much when he left, I just gave him a hug and went back to the couch to play more games as I heard his one shoe and one sock walk out the door and down the hall.
This morning my attitude changed a lot. I got ready to go to work as I got to the door to put my shoes on, I saw only one of my grey Nike SB’s on the floor. I frantically searched everywhere but couldn’t find it and ended up going to work and working the entire day wearing only one shoe! I texted my friend and it turns out as he walked out my door I had left my own shoes there, and he snatched my right shoe! He didn’t put it on right away, to make sure I could hear is one-shod steps, but he figured they were close enough in size, color, and design to mismatch with his own surviving DC shoe. But now I’M the one stuck wearing one shoe for I don’t know how long!
I’ll let you know what ends up happening…