Library theif 

Author – Shoelover

One day I was in the library and I noticed this blonde girl stretched out on the couch in the library and she was completely passed out. She took off her black and purple Nikes and left them on the floor for someone like me to take. I waited to make a move but she kept tossing and turning. Then suddenly she got up and I thought my luck ran out. Thinking that she was going to put her sneakers back on and head to the bathroom, she didn’t! She walked in her white socks across the library floor and left her shoes behind. I was back in luck and I scored myself some purple and black Nikes.


Neighbours Nike’s

Author – Shoelover

I usually get along with all my neighbors but one day I bugged out when my 28year old lady neighbor decided to to let her dog poop on my lawn without picking it up. I was so pissed off that I found out where exactly she lived and I plotted my revenge. I noticed that every time she came back home after a morning jog or a late night run, she habitually left her sneakers on the doorstep of her house. So one night I waited for her to go back home and saw her take off her green nikes. I then waited until I saw the lights go out and then I made the run for her front doorstep and snagged her sneakers. I hope she learned a lesson not to let her dog poop on my property ever again.

Accidental detention – day 4

Author – Unlucky lad

Jason saw me get on the bus and just glared, ‘suppose you all found it funny last night planning to leave me to walk home alone shoeless’ he said,’I planned nothing Jason, again your actions created yesterdays outcome so blame yourself’ I said angrily. I looked down at his feet, ‘Why are you wearing red trainers?’ I asked. ‘I have no school shoes until James gives back my brogues, anyway you look like a tramp wearing those scruffy black shoes’ said Jason. ‘These are my old school shoes’ I said, ‘You could of put some shoe polish on them’ he laughed. Martin and James got on the bus and walked down the aisle, ‘You owe us for this mornings bus fare Jason’ said James. ‘Whatever’ replied Jason. ‘Why are you still wearing my shoes James?’said Jason.’I have no other black shoes for school, until I get my own back I’m keeping your shoes on my feet’. I asked Martin where my shoes where, ‘hidden under my bed, I have no bag to carry them in. He was still scared his parents would find out about the detention. Also on the bus was Mr Wilkinson and Mr Aiden, two of the school PE teachers, it was unusual for them to ride the bus to school.They casually observed us or more so our footwear.

At school we immediately went to the art classroom, it was unlocked and empty. Their bags and coats where not hanging up where they last saw them. ‘Shit’ said Jason ‘I need my shoes back James’. Miss French appeared, she told us she had just taken them to the headmasters office for safe keeping. Jason managed to hide his trainers to avoid confiscation but on the way to our first lesson we heard Mr Wilkinson in the corridor. ‘Stop’ he shouted, we all stopped and turned to face Mr Wilkinson, ‘what are those on your feet’ he asked. ‘Shoes’ we all said. ‘Trainers are not allowed Jason, you know the rules, so take them off’ Jason reluctantly took off his trainers and handed them over. I grinned knowing that Jason was now going to be stuck in his socks, indoors all day and having to go to the detention room at breaks and lunchtime. ‘Don’t know why you’re grinning Andy, those shoes you’re wearing are an absolute disgrace, you too can take them off also’ Mr Wilkinson was a bit of a bully, he was in his thirties but acted like a big kid just to assert his authority, especially to us older boys. James had a bigger grin after seeing me and Jason in our socks again. Mr Wilkinson said to James ‘Aren’t those Jason’s shoes’ he’d listened to the bus conversation earlier ‘I shall have them too as we don’t want Jason to take them back now do we’ Martin just stared. ‘Take them off’ shouted Mr Wilkinson. Frustratingly he had no choice but to remove Jasons shoes and hand them over. Martin kept his head down fearing he too might be on the receiving end of Mr Wilkinsons ego and have to give up his shoes. ‘You can get your shoes back at the end of detention today’ he said and walked off carrying three pairs of shoes like trophies. Me and Jason wandered off to our first lesson walking into the classroom sheepishly, it was bad enough sitting in detention amongst our peers in their socks but to walk into a classroom shoeless is very embarrassing with everyone staring at our feet. Martin and James went to the headmasters office to retrieve their bags and coats. ‘You got no shoes again’ the headmaster said to James. ‘Mr Wilkinson took them’ said James. The headmaster confiscated James’ footwear from his bag. ‘We don’t want you avoiding punishment, you can retrieve your shoes in detention’ they left his office and went to their first lesson.

Having sat in the detention room for break and then the next lesson again in our socks we had to endure the dining hall avoiding our feet being stepped on in the queue for food. After eating we headed for the detention room as we couldn’t go outside shoeless. After a short while in walked Mark, he was a Sixth form pupil, 18 years old, 6ft tall and athletic in build. Although he was legally an adult the rules of school still applied. He too was shoeless. ‘What happened to you?’ asked James. ‘Mr Wilkinson caught me kicking a lad near the school gates’. Yet another school rule was no kicking allowed as this was an instant confiscation of footwear.’Mr Wilkinson took great pleasure in confiscating my shoes and ordering me here, he’s the same in PE lessons, he’s a control freak and I hate him’ said Mark. Lunchtime over we headed to to afternoon lessons.. in our socks. 

At 4pm we headed to the detention room, we sat waiting for Mr Aiden to observe todays detention, a PE teacher in his twenties, he looked hardly any older than Mark our 18 year old sixth former in detention . He didn’t arrive, everyone left after 10 minutes except me, Jason, James and Mark as we needed our shoes, which where all locked in the stationary cupboard and Martin who had shoes but didn’t want to be seen evading detention. After a further 30 minutes we decided to head over to the sports department to find Mr Aiden. All the teachers where in the exhibition drinking wine, it sounded like a party was in full swing, no wonder they where on the bus this morning we thought, can’t drink and then drive home. We saw both Mr Aiden and Mr Wilkinson leave the gym hall, we caught up with them in the changing rooms as they where about to embrace each other. ‘What the…’ shouted Mark.’It’s not how it looks said Mr Wilkinson, both he and Mr Aiden moved apart looking rather red faced. ‘Aren’t you married’ said Mark with a big smirk on his face. ‘We are supposed to be in detention with Mr Aiden’ said Martin not knowing where to look.’Lets go get your shoes and forget about detention’ said Mr Aiden. Back at detention Mr Aiden unlocked the stationary cupboard door. Mark said ‘We’re here for detention’, ‘no need’ said Mr Wilkinson. ‘Oh yes’ said Mark grinning. Everyone in the room except Mark was feeling uncomfortable. ‘I’m sure you don’t want anyone else to know what we saw, lose lips sink ships’ said Mark to the two teachers who where slightly inebriated, he was in control, the teachers where embarrassed about the situation and both had failed to take command immediately and now Mark had took the advantage, now they where like rabbits in headlights. Mark wanted his revenge for being shoeless since lunchtime. They where both wearing Adidas Sambas, ‘Take off your shoes’ he said. ‘No way’ said Mr Wilkinson. ‘Lose lips’ said Mark. The teachers just looked at each other, Mr Wilkinsons bullish attitude had gone. Both teachers slipped their feet out of their trainers, they looked new but still appeared to have been moulded around their feet to perfection.’Pick them up and put them in the cupboard’ They walked in their white socks to the cupboard and placed their shoes on the floor. Martin removed his shoes and placed them also in the cupboard as he was officially in detention and then Mark locked the door. Nobody argued with Mark as he was 6ft and athletic in build and enjoying the power trip. We all sat there in our socks including the PE teachers. James said to Mr Wilkinson ‘It’s not nice having your shoes confiscated is it sir’ and laughed. Both teachers beginning to sober felt very embarrassed about having to sit their amongst the pupils in their socked feet. ‘Can we go’ asked Jason to Mark. Mark unlocked the cupboard. ‘Get your stuff’ he said. Everyone put their shoes on including the teachers. ‘Stop’ shouted Mark to the teachers. ‘I like Adidas trainers’ said Mark, James started to grin, ‘yours look my size Mr Aiden’ said James. Mr Aiden just looked at the floor, ‘take them off sir’ said James, he too was now power crazy.’I want your trainers now, remember, lose lips’ reluctantly Mr Aiden took them back off his feet and handed them to James who slipped them on his own feet. He placed his own footwear in his bag feeling rather pleased with himself. Mark was staring at Mr Wilkinsons Sambas, ‘what size are they Mr Wilkinson’ he said. ‘Your not having my shoes’ said Mr Wilkinson. ‘OK’ said Mark ‘Your shoes or your wife will find out you kissed Mr Aiden’ ‘It was nothing but a drunken mistake plus they won’t fit your feet’ he said. ‘I don’t care’ said Mark, Mr Wilkinson slipped his Adidas trainers back off his feet and  begrudgingly handed them to Mark. Mr Aiden and Mr Wilkinson walked out of the detention room, it was unusual to see two teachers rather than pupils walking along the corridor in their socks. 

They all collected their stuff and headed out. Stood in their socks at the bus stop was Mr Wilkinson and Mr Aiden, James stood next to Mr Aiden and said ‘these Adidas trainers are very comfortable, you should get a pair and sniggered. Mr Wilkinson just stood there in his socks as the boys laughed at his discomfort and embarassment. It was going to be a long bus ride home.

Jackpot in the library

Author – Shoelover

So I was in the library one day and I noticed this cute girl around 21 years old come into the library and went into one of the single cubby spaces to study. I was in the cubby space two shelves away but I could see her through the row of books. She took all her stuff out her backpack and basically they were all over the place but she looked very comfortable since she took her sneakers and white socks off as well. She put her white socks on a shelf to dry since it was raining like crazy outside and her black Nike sneakers were underneath the table. Usually I like to snag just a girl’s sneakers when they’re not looking but today I was hitting the jackpot. I waited for her to walk away from her study space but to my surprise she walked to the other side of the library without her white socks or her sneakers, they were just there waiting for me to steal hehehe. So I quickly walked over to her space and grabbed her socks and sneakers and stuffed them in my bag. I felt bad for the girl when she came back to find her shoes and socks missing but it was a good lesson for her not to leave her shoes and socks for someone to take hehehe! Now I wear her sneakers everyday! 🙂

Accidental detention – day 3

Author – Unlucky lad

Jason was already on the bus, I could see as I put my bus pass away that he was still sulking from yesterday. I told him to to take it on the chin, we had two nights detention to do and I should be the one sulking as I had no reason to be there. He smiled. Two stops down Martin and James got on the bus, Martin had known Jason since primary school, he was intelligent and never ever did anything wrong, he was a star pupil. James and I met along with Jason and Martin when we all started at the boys senior school at 11 years old.  James was the opposite of Martin and had often got into bother, however this term he’d been especially good as his mother promised him a new pair of Nikes if he stayed out of trouble this term. He was genuine and deep down a decent guy but often resented Jason for his arrogance. 

‘Hi guys’ said Martin ‘did you remember your sports stuff for five-a-side footie tonight’. ‘Haven’t brought it’ said Jason ‘change of plan, we can’t make it’ he said.

‘We!’ said James. ‘We know Andy can’t go as he’s in detention, why can’t you?’ Jason tried to make some excuse and James started laughing ‘you’re in detention too, Who said yesterday that they would never get detention and have his shoes confiscated and punished like a naughty boy in his socks’ James was loving it. Jason went quiet, they didn’t know about the pink socks, I wasn’t going to tell them.

At lunchtime we all skipped school dinners as Jason (making out it was a great idea) was sick of people sniggering around him, pink socks was the talk of the dining hall. We went to the local chippy and spent most of our money. Last lesson was art with our favourite teacher, Miss French, she was young and sexy and we where smitten. ‘I need four volunteers’ she asked, without knowing why we immediately put our hands up. ‘Great’ she said. ‘Go to see Mr Brown, the caretaker, he needs help in the gym for tomorrows exhibition. Me and Jason took our bags and coats as we had to go straight to detention afterwards. We met Mr Brown outside the gym. He told us to sweep the gym floor before carrying rolls of floor protection matting in and laying it. He also said not to block the gym entrance as he had had to padlock the gym fire exits as he was leaving early today. We took off our shoes outside the gym and got started, Jamie and Jason swept the floor first and left the brooms outside the gym, then we all started carrying the matting and rolling it out across the floor. After watching Jason padding around in his dark grey socks Jamie shouted to him ‘No pink socks today’ and started laughing, he couldn’t resist ribbing Jason again. Jason stormed off out of the gym and started putting his shoes on. I followed as it was close to detention time. The bell rang and Jason told me to head off to detention and he’d meet me there. I heard James shout to Jason ‘Enjoy detention’. They hadn’t realised that Jason had closed the gym doors. Next thing they heard banging on the reinforced glass windows which Jason was hitting with a pair of shoes on each hand, their shoes! They ran over to the closed doors and they would not open, Jason had crossed the two brooms through the door handles. Jason thought to himself that if he had detention they where too.

He turned up at detention slightly late, no consequences due to his volunteering in the gym. He took off his shoes and placed them in the stationary cupboard with his coat and bag then sat down with a big grin on his face.

Martin and James had been banging on the gym door, shoeless they couldn’t even kick it open. Trapped after half an hour Mr Brown appeared, ‘Your lucky I came back for the brooms to put away or you’d be here all night’ said Mr Brown. Jason had their shoes and he was in detention so they crept back to Miss French’s art room to get their bags, they could wear their trainers for tonights now cancelled footie. Another school rule was black shoes must be worn with school uniform at all times inside or outside school, the uniform represented the school. Wearing sports shoes with uniform was frowned upon and confiscation/detention was compulsory. They reached the art room but the door was locked, the room had been cleaned early by Mr Brown before leaving for the day. They could see their coats and bags hanging on hooks at the back of the room. 

We will have to wait near the detention room for Jason and Andy. They crept along the corridor in their socks and saw Mr Lancaster leave the room, ‘great, our lucks in’ said James ‘we can ask Jason where our shoes are before the teacher comes back’ They ran into the room and asked Jason ‘wheres our shoes’ Jason grinned and shrugged his shoulders and stared at the locked cupboard door. They left the room but got stopped further along the corridor by the headmaster, ‘are you evading detention?’ he asked. ‘No Sir’ said Martin. ‘Then where are your shoes’ Answering truthfuly but quivering, Martin said ‘In the detention room cupboard I think’,’So you are in detention then, I’m shocked at you Martin and unsurprised with you James’ he marched them to the detention room and told them to sit down. ‘Where is Mr Lancaster’ said the headmaster. ‘Toilet’ shouted the boys. He looked at Martin who was now shaking and tearful and James and told them they would be receiving extra detention for unauthorised leaving of the room and lying about not being in detention. Martin was now horrified and James severely annoyed with Jason as he could now kiss goodbye to his new Nikes. Mr Lancaster returned and hadn’t even noticed an extra two heads in the room. The two hours where up and the cupboard door unlocked, everyone grabbed for their stuff and wandered into the corridor to put their shoes on. James said angrily to Jason ‘where are my shoes’ ‘I put them in your bag in art class, Martin’s too’. ‘Great’ said James ‘The doors locked, now we have no shoes’ Jason laughed.

Fortunately the bus stop was a short walk from the school gates. We stood under the shelter, ‘If you hadn’t locked us in the gym, took our shoes, we wouldn’t be stood here in our socks with no bags or coats contemplating detention for the rest of the week, it is all yor fault Jason’ shouted James. Jason had his usual smug look on his face, he had caused all of todays problems but he was stood there in his black brogue shoes, wearing his coat and carrying his bag. Then Martin shouted ‘Oh no! our bags, they have our bus passes in them. ‘How much money have we all got’ I said. ‘Not much after another Jason brainwave of going to the chippy for lunch’ said James. We scraped together enough money for one bus fare home. Me and Jason had our bus passes so it was between James and Martin who would ride the bus home. ‘If you give me your shoes Andy I’ll walk home as I live the nearest’ said Martin. It was very noble of him, I took off my shoes and gave them to Martin, they where loafers and one size too big for him and jokingly said to him not to lose them I also gave him my coat. James asked for the time, ‘6:35pm’ I said. He looked at Martin and could see he was still very upset by his ordeal in detention and had decided he wasn’t going to ride home on the bus but walk with Martin. He said to Jason ‘I want your shoes, your coat and all the money so we can get a drink on the way home. ‘My shoes won’t fit you they are too big for your feet’ said Jason. ‘Just give me your bloody shoes’ said James angrily. Jason reluctantly took off his coat, he gave all the money collected to James and sat on the floor to untie his shoelaces, whilst he was slipping his shoes off and handing them to James he said ‘you had better look after them and make sure you bring them with you tomorrow as they are my only school shoes’. James slid his cold socked feet into the warm black brogues, it felt good whilst Jason felt the cold pavement through his socks. James grabbed my hands and said quietly ‘stay on the bus’. 

Martin and James walked off wearing our shoes and coats. Our feet where getting colder as the air chilled and dusk arrived. The bus was late and more people gathered at the bus stop, we tried hiding our socked feet with our bags to shield our embarrassment. Jason said ‘I’d rather be embarrassed getting on the bus without shoes than having to walk home’. The bus eventually arrived, everyone pushed forward to get on, Jason was on first and showed his bus pass. The driver said ‘You need to pay’, ‘Why?’ asked Jason. ‘Your school bus pass is valid up to 6:30pm only, so either pay or get off’ Jason had no choice but to get off pushing passed everyone else trying to get on including me. I paid the fare and walked along the bus to get a seat with everyone staring at my socks. I could see Jason searching for me as the bus pulled away leaving him behind. Now I know why James had said ‘stay on the bus’ when he grabbed my hands and passed the money to me. I could see Jason through the rear window hobbling and shivering without a coat as he walked along the pavement in his socks. Then it started to rain.

Gym teacher Miss Carey

Author – Debbie Keds

Miss Carey was the girl’s gym teacher at my middle school.  She almost always wore canvas Tretorn Nylite tennis sneakers with short socks not unlike many of us girls.  Miss Carey did not always have a pleasant disposition and could be pretty hateful to the students.  Her office was beside the basketball gym.

Usually once a year, the school refinishes the gym floor, and no one could walk on the floor for a few days.  I asked Miss Carey why we could not walk on the floor.  She chuckled and said that the floor was so sticky that it would suck our socks and sneakers right off of our feet if we stepped on it.  Miss Carey also bounced her Tretorn clad foot and crossed leg around as she gave her explanation.  

Later that day, I was at after-school cheerleading practice when Miss Carey left school wearing high heels.  I snuck into her office found her Tretorns under her desk and put them on.  Then I stepped onto the sticky gym floor.  Sure enough, Miss Carey was correct as her Tretorns would not budge from the floor.  

I had to put my hands over my mouth so that no one would hear my laughing as I stepped out of her Tretorns and threw her short socks onto the sticky floor.  

Miss Carey was furious when she found her sneakers stuck to the gym floor and questioned everyone in the school about the prank.  The maintenance man had to cut them off of the floor.  

Years later, I ran into Miss Carey in a parking and told her that I was the culprit.  At first, she flew mad.  Then Miss Carey calmly put her arm around me and asked me if my cute little Camaro was very fast.  I proudly stated that she was really fast, especially since it was a stick shift car.  Miss Carey said with a devilish smile, “it’s not very fast without four flat tires.”  

Debbie Keds

Adidas find

Author – Jonathan

So it’s been a little while since I found myself taking a pair of sneakers. I happened to be at a thrift store and wanted to check out their holiday stuff with no intention of stealing. Most of the times the shoes are junk or at a real low price and I would buy them if I liked them and the price was low. Today I saw a sweet pair that were my size but when I saw the price I was like screw that. Over forty bucks for used kicks at a thrift store was not going to happen. I had a plastic bag in my pocket and I was eager to snatch these. When no one was looking I quickly bagged these and booked out of there. Now I’m the proud owner of these Adidas Springblades. 🙂