We just moved to a new town and didn’t know anyone. My big brother and I are together all the time. He has to watch me, not sure why. I am one grade behind him. We fight a lot mainly because he is a jerk, last night we had a big fight my parents say we fight so much we have to work it out between us if there is no blood drawn. I was so ready for school to get away from him. Today was our first day. He was taking a shower. I went into his room and was going to take his phone to get even for last night, but couldn’t find it as I walked out of his bedroom. I saw his shoes, so I grabbed one and put it in backpack. I went into the kitchen and sat down to eat. My parents had already left for work. My brother walked in and got a bowl of cornflakes and sit down. He never said a word about his missing shoe We ate, he said we have to go. I got my backpack and he started yelling because I didn’t put my bowel in the dishwasher so decided jerks start new schools with a sock foot.I just walked out the door, I was going to give it to him He walked out the door with a socked foot it is four blocks to my school one direction and four blocks to his school the other direction. My School starts 30 minutes before his We argued all the way to my school. About his shoe my parents had said he had to walk me to school the first day still not sure why. I told him it was under my bed. He was going back home to get his shoe then to his school so he thought. When we got to my school. I got to the door stopped and took his shoe out of my backpack and said sucks to be you, don’t be to embarrassed your first day, Dork, and walked inside. He couldn’t come after me because of the virus. Only students enrolled can go inside. he was so mad. I got home before my brother when he got there He said you will pay grabbed my bag to get his shoe; it wasn’t there. He asks where is my shoe. I put it in my locker and forgot to get it, which I did forget. He turned red and said, you did it on purpose and walked off. He hasn’t talked to me since—scary. But kind of funny really. When my dad got home he told him I took his shoe my dad looked at him and said what did you do to her. My brother just walked off.
I text Tony Josh: we going to the cliffs Tony: if you want Josh: thought you wanted to find your shoe Tony: kind of Josh: meet me there if you do
We look for a while of no shoe
Josh: you sorry you didn’t find it Tony: yes but kinda no Josh: you said do it I did it Tony: let’s just go Josh: besides when you mom catches you your dead anyways Tony: that’s Friday because I have to go shopping with her
It’s crazy like to day Tony wore white skinny jeans black shirt. And his yellow airmax and a black Nike sock it is so obvious he is missing a shoe then complains.
Josh: don’t get it you wanted one shoe you got it now you want two Tony: no I really don’t but don’t want in trouble either.
This happened when I was at school Friday for a look at how the school would work this year. It is going to be weird, just saying. When I arrived at school, I walked into the cafeteria. I sit down, and a couple of friends showed up. We talked, and the presentation started, the lights went out. I was getting bored and started shoe playing kind of a habit. After the presentation was over, they did a Q&A. It took forever. After it was finally over, I started feeling around for my shoe with my foot. I couldn’t feel it anywhere, so I looked under my chair, and my shoe was gone. I sit there with my heart in my throat, thinking now what. I didn’t want to get up everyone would see because it stuck out so bad I had on DC Pure Hi-Top WC SP Black Camo shoes well shoe, and now my other foot just had a purple ankle sock with white toes and heel. My friends keep saying, come on. I keep telling them in a minute I didn’t want anybody to see. I finally told my friend, and he looked under the table and said I been here the whole time you came like that. I tried to tell him someone took it. Finally, most everyone left, and me and my friend looked everywhere. Finally, the people holding the meeting made us go. To get home, I had to walk threw the park it was so embarrassing most of my friends were there and asked why I was missing my shoe Nobody believed it was stolen at the school meeting. I got home and snuck in the house to my room. I still can’t believe someone stole my shoe.
I decided to catch the bus to run my errands. On my way I passed the school just in time to see a guy get his right black DC Plaza skateshoe taken off his white sock foot. The thief put it under the bush next to the fence. Lucky for him it was on the other side of the fence out of reach. As I waited in front of the temple to cross the street, this guy slipped off his penny loafers and walked into the temple in his white and black polka dot socks. He didn’t realize that the person behind him slipped off their old run down loafers and slipped their blue argyle sock feet into his loafers leaving their old ones behind. What a day so far. The car wash was a little different. I walked up just in time to see a guy put a left black and white Nike shoe with black, purple, and blue laces near the back. Because it was a nice shoe, I picked it up after he walked away. This day was getting better. As I approached the bus stop, I noticed something drop out of the window of the bus pulling away. I looked down to see a right black and white Nike shoe. I scooped it up placing it in my bag. As I was looking out the window on the bus, I noticed a left Gray Nike SB sneaker on the sidewalk near the theater we were passing. It’s owner was going in the opposite direction in his left gray and red sock foot. I had to do some research at the library. As I got off the bus to go into the library, a guy came out missing his right New Balance black and red shoe revealing his red and black ankle sock. I decided to go to the very back of the library to do my research. There in the last cubicle at the very back was the missing New Balance sneaker. One more prize for me. As I put my prize in the bag I saw the Nikes that I had claimed earlier. I decided to put them on. They were a half size too big and the laces didn’t match, but I didn’t care. After I put my Adidas in my bag I left the library. I decided to take the subway next. It was crowded as usual. The subway jerked a few times in between stops and I was startled by something hitting my feet. I put my feet up on the seat and looked down to see a pair of feetless Reebok classics staring back at me. I guess they wanted to go home with me, so I put them in my bag. I got off the subway and noticed the owner of the Reeboks standing in his Nike elite black and white socks. He was not happy at losing his sneaks. I felt bad, so I tried to return them, but by the time I got to where I saw him, he was gone. I tried didn’t I? I stopped by the mall. It was hard trying to keep the Nikes on my feet. I changed back into my Adidas. As I zipped my bag up I noticed a left black and blue Nike high-top all alone under the bench next to the trash can. A few guys ran by laughing. Then a guy missing his left sneaker wearing black and blue Nike elite socks ran after them. It was too late to catch them so I placed that one in the bag. I had no idea that I would be shoe shopping that day.
It was time to head back home. I passed the amusement park. It was noisy and crowded. As I passed on the sidewalk a light-brown suede wallabee boot almost hit me in the head. I seemed to be a shoe magnet today. I picked it up knowing it had to have come from the amusement park. Then it’s companion came flying towards me too. They obviously wanted to go home with me, so into the bag they went. I decided to cut through the woods as a short cut home. I heard a crow overhead and looked up just in time to see a DC Court Graffik drop from the sky. I put it in my bag and continued on my way. I didn’t really notice this one guy shoeless in his socks or the guys who had taken his other shake shoe. Before I got out of the woods I almost tripped over a left gray Vans sneaker with black laces. Another prize. Near the well I noticed a guy had pulled up a bucket discarding stuff. A right high-top black and white DC sneaker flew my way. Another prize. It was dark now. I had to get home. I noticed a guy in his yard looking around like he had lost something. His friends were not helping him at all. He finally gave up and they left. I found what he was looking for which was a left red Janoski near the sidewalk under a bush in the yard. I could have left it, but honestly would you have? I never thought my errands would include free shoes.
When you have size 15 feet like I do, it is almost impossible to buy shoes in a regular store. Sometimes I get lucky at the Nike Outlet or at Plato’s closet when the college football team sells their gear, but mostly I spend my time looking on online or using Ebay for good deals. However, over the years I’ve learned to be a bit more resourceful in life. When I see an opportunity, I take it. I’ve “earned” shoes from porches, parties, locker rooms, frat houses, pools, dorm rooms, etc. and this is one of those stories.
Moving apartments can suck, especially trying to find boxes and totes to put stuff in. Luckily, I was able to grab a bunch of boxes from work one evening as I was ending my shift. My car was in the shop so I figured I would request an Uber to drop me off at my place. I put in the request and got a match within a few seconds; he was about 10 minutes away and coming from another part of town. I looked down at my phone and smirked. I recognized my driver from being a regular at Planet Fitness. His name was Matt, he was a little taller than me coming in at 6’4 and was jacked which makes sense as he was always over by the free weight and bench. More importantly, Matt always had on a new pair of shoes at the gym. They were typically Jordans, but varied with Yeezys, Air Max, Ultraboost, Roshes, etc.
I knew Matt had big feet, anytime I’ve gotten close to him at the gym I could tell he wore somewhere around a size 14 give or take. I had seen him in the locker room a few times but had never gotten a chance to sneak a peek at the size. Within a few minutes, he waved to me as he pulled up in his 2018 Ford Explorer. He smiled and said, “Tyler?” I responded, “Hey. Yeah, it’s me. What’s up?” He told me to go ahead and put my boxes in the back cab of his SUV. He offered to get out and help, and I told him I was fine. As I opened the door and started to slide some boxes in, my eye was immediately drawn to the partially open gym duffle bag. The top wasn’t zipped shut and was clearly full of clothes but sticking out of the top was a pair of almost untouched Air Jordan 4s.
“Stay cool, Tyler.” I told myself. If you want to earn those kicks you’ve got to put in the work. I looked up and Matt wasn’t paying any attention to me. As I put the rest of the boxes in, I pulled the duffle bag a closer so it would be easier to grab later. I could tell the shoes were practically fresh out of the box, and I they deserved to be on my feet. I shut the door and got in the back seat. I needed as much info as possible and only had a short window. Matt confirmed my home address, which was about ten minutes away, and started making small talk. I took a small pause in our conversation and said, “I think I’ve seen you lift at the gym? Planet Fitness, right?” He said “Hey yeah, I go there. I thought you looked familiar. How’s the gym been for you?” Game time.
“Oh, it’s been good. I’m having trouble finding the right shoe though. I’m a size 12 so I’ve got big feet, and I can’t find a style that works.” I needed to throw him off my scent. He laughed. “Size 12?! That’s normal! Try being a size 15 like me, it’s impossible.” Bingo. Size confirmed. “Damn, so how do you find shoes?” I said. “Thank God, my old is a regional director for Foot Locker in the Pittsburgh area. He gives me first dibs on the big sizes, and I get that discount every time. My mind was racing. All I could think about were those fresh ass Nikes that were about to be mine.
“Have you been busy today?” I wanted to know how many riders he had to see if he would have other potential suspects in his car recently. “Nah, it hasn’t been too busy today.” Ugh. Shit. Time to abort. I can’t get caught. He quickly interrupted my train of thought. “Well, it’s been busier in the last hour or so. Right before you, I had three college dudes that lived downtown at a frat. They had a bunch of groceries and beer for a party, I think they filled my trunk haha”. I smiled, “Wow sounds like a good time.” We were about a minute from my apartment. I thought to myself “Time to earn some jordans.” As we pulled up to my place, Matt offered to help. I told him I was good. I didn’t need any help.
I got out and grabbed by backpack and headed to the trunk. I grabbed a few boxes and set them down on the pavement. I looked up and Matt was on his phone. I reached up and grabbed the Jordans, feeling the soft leather in my had. I set them in a box, and quickly put more boxes on top of them. I grabbed the last box while pushing the duffle back towards the seat. As I shut the door, I thank Matt for the ride and told him he’d get 5 stars. “See you at the gym, bro!” I picked up my boxes and went inside. I admired my handy work at once again stealing a pair of shoes from a hot jock, and tried them on.
My phone rang about 45 minutes later, but I missed the call. It rang again. I didn’t recognize the number. Fuck. It’s him, I thought. You can do this. “Hello? This is Tyler.” I immediately heard yelling “Dude! This is Matt, I was your fucking Uber driver. Give me back my shit or I’m coming for you.” “What are you talking about man? I don’t have anything of yours.” He sighed, “Shit! My jordans are missing from my car. I’ve barely had them for two days.”
As I stood in my kitchen wearing his Jordans, I thought to myself. Well Matty boy you’re right. Your shoes are brand new, and they’re comfortable as fuck…it’s just too bad that I can’t show them off at our gym. I had been waiting for this moment in the plan as I took a shallow breath. “Calm down, man. Didn’t you say you wore like size 15?” “Yeah, I told you I had big feet.” “Dude, I told you I wear a 12. What am I gonna do with your giant ass shoes?” He was silent. A few seconds later he sighed, “Oh…yeah.”
I smirked and said, “Hey…didn’t you say you had some frat guys right before me? Dude they probably threw them in a grocery bag to steal them from you. They’re probably at their party wearing them right now or they sold them to a frat brother for quick cash. I’d call the cops or go fight them bro!”
“Dude you know the cops here aren’t gonna do shit. I guess my buddies and I are gonna have to handle it ourselves. Sorry for yelling at you bro. See you at the gym sometime.” I told him not worry about it. After all, I’d be pretty pissed too if someone stole my brand new Jordans. However, I don’t really have to worry about that because they’re right here on my feet where they belong.
Before the quarantine I went to party with some people, and my friend got drunk and twisted his ankle. He took his shoe off to ice it, and it was okay. Eventually I took him home and helped him walk into his house, but I forgot that I had tossed his shoe in my car and I went home with it by accident.
Then the first phase of the quarantine started, and it wasn’t a problem because he was resting his ankle anyway. But week later, he had to come back to my place to pick up some stuff he needed before the full lockdown, and he texted me realizing he was missing a shoe. I assumed he had lost it at the party and I forgot I had it, so I made fun of him and told him to wear a different pair. Turns out, that was the only pair he brought home from university, and now all the stores were closed. He ordered a pair online, but the shipping is slow right now.
He came over to pick up his stuff wearing only one shoe, and I’ve seen some pictures of him on a walk or picking up groceries with a shoe and a sock too. I just found his shoe in my car the other day, and I’m not sure what to do! As far as I know, he still has only one shoe. Maybe I can discreetly return it? I feel bad leaving him this way so long!
I attended college in a town that was close to the sea, and I had a rich friend who would often throw parties at the yacht club. This happened at one of these parties. That day I was wearing my worn and loose Adidas Stan smiths with black no-show socks, I had been wearing those shoes for years and hardly ever took them off unless I had to. The day was clear so I was outside, playing with my sneakers as I relaxed. This blonde guy comes up with a bunch of friends wearing a hot pair of navy blue Sperrys with white laces, I could tell that he had difficulty keeping them on his feet and his white no-show socks popped out of the loose boat shoes every time he took a step. The shoes looked pretty worn, the leather seemed old and the soles were all flat. I knew I had to have those shoes and the rest of the evening I just kept thinking of how I could get my feet into those worn boat shoes. My chance came soon enough when the host started moving the party over to his yacht. Man, rich frat boys with their boats. The host was pretty protective of his yacht’s wooden flooring, so people had to take their shoes off and leave them at a designated area before boarding the yacht. The boat itself was pretty small, but blonde guy wanted to get on, so his friends and he stepped out of their shoes and left them on the pier before getting on the yacht. Now, with him on the boat and the worn Sperrys left unguarded, it was time for me to grab those shoes. Looking around I saw that no one was nearby or watching the shoe area except me, so I slid off my sneakers and left them by the side, before slipping my feet into the loose shoes. I couldn’t believe my luck, they were so comfortable, just the right size and fit my feet perfectly. I went back to the clubhouse and took my new shoes off before hiding them in some bushes and going back to the deck to board the yacht. We had a couple drinks on board, played some games, bummed around, then got off when we got bored. As all of us left the yacht we went to put our shoes on and of course blonde guy’s boat shoes were nowhere to be found. He asked if anyone had seen his shoes but no one had seen me putting the boat shoes on, so he had no choice but to leave in his white socks. His socks were so nice that I was dreaming of them being in my sneakers… I offered to lend my shoes to him, saying that it was fine as I was in black socks and he accepted, saying that he really did not want to get his socks dirty. He stuck his feet into my sneakers and I got hot and cold at the same time just seeing someone else in my shoes. I reminded him to return my sneakers later and got them back just as he was leaving early. Said he had to get himself a new pair of shoes now before the shops closed and was pretty upset about losing his favorite pair of shoes. He did not manage to find where I had hidden the boat shoes and left in his white socks. The rest of the evening my sneakers had no chance of staying on my feet as I just kept thinking about the Sperrys I had hidden in the bushes. As the sun set and more and more people started to drink, I knew it was time to leave, so I got my bag, said my goodbyes and left to retrieve my new shoes from the bushes. When the coast was clear, I took my sneakers off and put them in my bag, before stepping into the worn boat shoes. I probably should have tied them tighter before I left, the shoes kept slipping off my feet and clacking against the sidewalk as I made my way back home.
I live in a Victorian terrace where car parking is at a premium. So I usually notice when random cars turn up and park for several days without moving.
One day such a car did turn up. It was a old, beat up, small car. And It just sat there for a few days, irritating me. After a few days I walked past it and, as is my usual custom, I had a look through the windows to see if there is anything interesting.
I noticed immediately that the driver had left their window open, and almost as quickly I saw some Adidas Hardcourt down by the pedals. Nicely worn, but not trashed.
I had wanted some Hardcourts for ages, ever since I started passing proper fit scally lad wearing them while waiting at the bus stop in the morning. And here was a pair tempting me.
The road was quite busy, so I carried on walking and went to work, spending the day thinking of them. And I came up with a plan. I was going to the pub a couple of days later, so I would walk past the car on the way back, when it was dark, and take them. Hopefully the car would still be there.
The day came, I went to the pub, the plan in the forefront of my mind. However, in my drunken stupor, I entirely forgot about them on the way home.
Next morning, I woke up and remembered my plan. Surely the car wouldn’t still be there next week for my next pub visit. I went out of the house to go to work. The road was quiet – too early for parents to be dropping their kids off for school, so I walked up to the car. The only person visible was a taxi driver sorting out his car.
With a smooth movement I reached in, grabbed the Hardcourts, and walked back to my car. I suspect the taxt driver saw me, but didn’t react. I got into my car and could inspect my new pickups properly. They were my size! They went straight onto my feet and they felt amazing. They were so worn and soft, they molded themselves to my feet perfectly. They were so good I wore them all day at work.
A couple of days later the car vanished. I never did see the owner. But I know that he had great taste in kicks.
Being the Brainiac type I was normally the first one people would seek out for homework or test help. In college this was normally appreciated because most of the kids would party on the weekends and some weeknights, but I would be in my dorm room studying, tutoring, or just watching TV. Underneath my bunkbed I had a chest and inside this chest was my sneaker collection. I never had any new kicks because ever since high school the kicks I owned used to belong to fellow students. Some I would buy off of them, others I would grab when I can. Always calculating the perfect opportunity to grab some kicks that would fit me. This was the end of the semester and Jacob my dorm mate asked if I wanted to go to a F the finals party. Names these kids come up with, ha. Anyway, I said no because I was having difficulties understanding matrices and I needed to study. He said if I change my mind, he is going with another student he met with in motorcycle club. My roommate was always tinkering with cars and bikes and always coming back dirty as hell. I would have taken his kicks, but he wore size 9 New Balance and it always reminded me of my dad’s kicks and I am a SZ 12. So, there I was studying math when a knock came at the door. Jacob answered it and there stood the hottest guy I’ve seen in a long time. So, here is Benjamin I thought, I almost went back to my work when I looked down and saw him wearing a trashed pair of Osiris NYC in a grungy style. It piqued my interest and I told Jacob to hold up and that I would go to this party. Benjamin was a nice guy and actually owned his own motorcycle. Since there were three of us, we had to take my car to this party as I promised I would be the DD. We got there and the party was already underway. Benjamin headed straight to the kitchen to grab a drink and Jacob went outside to the back because he saw this girl he knew and wanted to talk to. It was a house with a backyard pool. Ah, living in Florida. The host was some drunk guy by the name of Tim. He placed a beer in my hand and told me he would show me around. I said sure cause I wanted to see where people could possibly leave their shoes. Tim told me that the third bedroom was for clothes and shoes for all the people swimming, bedroom two was a necktie room meaning if you see a necktie around the door. Do not enter as some fun is going on. The first bedroom was a pass out room, so Tim put it. If you are too drunk, you can pass out there. I thanked Tim and mingled my way around. I saw some guys wearing Nikes and a few wearing some Adidas Boost. I saw Jordan’s and a pair of Yeezys. Most looked too small and the ones that I did want I could not find a way to grab them. I kept thinking oh why oh why couldn’t these people go swimming. I went into bedroom three and I saw mostly girl shoes and 2 small pairs of Asics. Nothing to go gaga about. Jacob approached me at 3 am and asked if I’ve seen Benjamin. I told him that the last time I saw him was half an hour ago talking to some girl. Tim overheard and told Jacob and I that he was in the second bedroom with Marissa. I was like dam she was lucky. Jacob said that he was ready to go and if he could just sit in the car to wait. I was like okay sure. Twenty minutes passed and the living room was quiet, even the pool had only one person in it. People were either passed out or had left. I could hear through that bedroom door that more fun was still going on. So, I sat down on the couch. In the corner of the room I saw something familiar. A pair of Osiris NYC that I had eyed earlier. I was like hot dam here’s my chance. I found a bag and put them in. I went back to my car and Jacob was already passed out. I put the shoes in the trunk and went back to the house. I waited five minutes more when the bedroom door opened, and I saw Benjamin tiptoeing out of there. I was like hey let’s go we are leaving.He said yeah lets go fast cause I just slept with Tim’s girlfriend Traci. I thought that was Marissa. I inquired.Yeah it was 2 hours ago. Anyway, let’s go.While he was talking to me, he searched around for his shoes.Hey buddy have you seen my shoes anywhere? At this point I was thrilled, and I wanted it to keep going so I said what were your shoes?It’s a pair of Osiris SZ 12 black and grey. I lied and said oh those were yours? I saw a guy wearing them when he left an hour ago.Are you F@#$%ing kidding me dude!! That’s the only pair I have with me at the dorms. After cursing for a minute, we left because we didn’t want to wake up anyone and I drove us back to the dorms.Jacob woke up from his sleep and we all got out of the car. Benjamin, did you forget something at the party? Asked Jacob.No dam it shut up Jacob some jackass stole my shoes. Benjamin was so pissed when he got on his bike to go to his dorm, he said f$%^ it and ripped his socks off his feet and threw them to the pavement. Why do I need socks if I don’t have any shoes to wear…. I am gonna live the life of a rebel!!!! As he kicked the bike into motion, he screamed YIPPIE I KAY YEA!!!! Shish, alcohol and kids don’t match. Luckily his stupid ass made it back safely to his dorm and I escorted Jacob back to the room. Ten minutes later I went out to retrieve my new pair of black socks. Two days later the semester ended, and I went on my merry way back home. Not only did I pass that math final but as a reward I got myself a new pair of preworn Osiris and socks. I never did see Benjamin again and Jacob graduated that year. But I will always have that memory. P.S. if anyone is interested in my stories please let me know, you can contact me through RJ.
Back when I was in college I loved going to parties to check out all the awesome shoes the guys would wear. I would be pretty bold checking out their feet and shoes since most were pretty intoxicated and wouldn’t even notice. There’s been multiple times where I’ve walked away with prizes too. One such time goes as follows.
My second year of college started off with a bang. The first week of school is usually prime time for stealing guys shoes since the weather is still nice and almost all the guys are busy getting drunk and enjoying their college experience. The first Friday night of the school year and almost every frat house was having a party. I like showing up once a party is in full swing. At that point everyone is pretty drunk and you can just walk right on in without anyone saying anything. The first party I get to and already I see a bunch of guys drunk off their asses in the front yard. None of them were wearing any shoes I was interested in so I paid them no mind. Once I got inside though it was a whole different ballgame. Walking through the entryway I see this tall brown haired guy with his girlfriend, both pretty wasted. He was about 6’1, average build, brownish eyes. Overall he was pretty normal looking except for his hot ass shoes. He was wearing black hi top Supras, instant turn on for me. Not gunna lie I stared for a good minute before I could even think straight. I knew I had to have his shoes. Listening in to their conversation his girlfriend really wanted to leave (something about another party) and he wanted to stay. She was practically begging to go, almost dragging him out the door. I was getting prepared to follow when he stopped her and told her he’s staying but she can go if she wanted to. Now as you can imagine I was thrilled, makes my job easier if he’s alone. She got pretty mad and I could tell she really wanted him to come with her but she eventually kissed him and left. Score! Now, here’s where my job begins. How do I get this hottie out of his shoes? He seemed like a nice guy but approaching him with conversation really wasn’t my style. I prefer to remain anonymous so that any questions asked won’t involve me. After about 20 minutes and a few more drinks he headed toward the living room where the beer pong tournament was going on. As you can imagine I was getting pretty worried I wouldn’t be able to grab his shoes but my luck turned around when he started talking to some party goers who were sliding down the hardwood floor in the hallway in their socks. They convinced him to try it so he took off his supras and left them by the couch where the rest of them did. Fuck I was so damn excited you have no idea! I sat on the couch pretty close to the collection of shoes and pretended to watch the beer pong tournament. He slid a couple times before falling and spilling the rest of his drink. He started laughing and heading toward the kitchen to grab a new one when I realized my moment had come. As soon as he was out of eyesight I casually got up and pretended to stumble a bit in the direction of his shoes. My left hand landed perfectly on both his supras while my right hand landed on a pair of classic vans (another pair I had my eye on, shorter guy with blond hair) so I grabbed them both and wrapped my hoodie around them. Looking around, nobody seemed to notice so I made my way toward the door. Now, you’d think I would just book it and leave but no, I like to know how they react to loosing their shoes so I threw both of my new prizes in the neighbors bushes and walked back into the house. As I walked into the kitchen to get another drink I see the guy with the supras still in the kitchen while the guy with the vans was back in the living room. I got myself a drink and hear some random girl at the party ask a group of people if they’ve seen any vans around. I got excited and listened in closer. Apparently he had gone back for his shoes almost immediately after I took them (close call) and he couldn’t find them anywhere. Supra guy said there where shoes by the couch and she said they looked there. As she moved onto asking another group of people, supra guy walked back into the living room and stopped in his tracks as he noticed his shoes gone too. He started freaking out looking all around the couch and under the beer pong table but to no avail. He started cussing and started asking people around the room if they’d seen his shoes. The tournament was pretty loud though so nobody really cared or knew. At that point I decided to take my leave and claim my new prizes. Leaving the house I started walking toward the bushes I hid both their shoes in and quickly nabbed them and walked away. Once I was a good distance away I looked at my prizes. The supras were size 12.5 and were decently worn in, some wear on the bottom and the insoles, and they smelled heavenly. The vans were also pretty worn in and size 9.5, didn’t smell as good but still had a good scent to them. Trust me when I say I still to this day have fun with both their shoes. 😉
I never heard anything else happen with that party, so I knew I was in the clear. I’ve got other stories too, I will continue to post if people are interested. Thanks for reading!!