The sneaky midnight shoe theif

Author – GS42

So, here’s a story of my time whilst I was working in France.

The hotel come school activity centre I worked at operated a strict no-shoes policy inside for all children. This meant that just after the reception desk, at the bottom of the grand staircase leading to all the hotel rooms, stood a wall to wall shoe rack, 3ft high, spanning all 3 walls inside the main staircase.
Now, I happened to work as a Night Porter here, which meant I was often the only person awake for the entire night. It also happened that this place, for whatever reason, lacked any form of CCTV.
Now, there were a quite often nights where work was very quiet and easy going, as everything I would usually deal with on a night had already been sorted within the first hour or so of my shift, meaning I had a good 7 hours entirely to myself to do nothing.
I’ve always had an interest in shoes and trainers, especially when they’ve belonged to somebody else prior. So, on quiet nights, I’d often go and admire the hundreds of pairs of trainers that were on offer. Usually, the offerings were fairly worn out, tatty old affairs, more often than not far too small for my UK size 9 (US 10) feet. On occasion though, we’d have groups of teenagers staying. This is where things usually got more interesting. On the weeks where there were older groups, there were once again, many pairs of battered old trainers, that had clearly been loved to within an inch of their lives, however there were also quite often some very smart, relatively new pairs left there for the world to see.
So, when I knew the coast was clear, I would go and browse the offerings with great intent, before selecting a few pairs to sample. I would then head away to somewhere secluded in the hotel and try out my samples. More often than not, I found that they either didn’t really suit me, or that, once I’d tried them myself, they weren’t really to my liking for whatever reason. These samples would then be replaced back on the racks, taking great care to ensure they were left exactly as they were found.
Sometimes, whilst browsing the shoe racks, I’d find some interesting samples, who, for whatever reason, had decided they also needed to remove their socks and leave them either in their shoes, or thrown in a ball on the floor somewhere around the shoe racks. So, these pairs were also taken for testing, along with the socks, and tried for fit. The shoes were then usually returned exactly to where they were before, just like the other pairs, however the socks never made it back. Whenever I found a pair of socks in or around the shoes, after trying them on, I’d put my pair of socks back on over the top, just to hide them away, then I’d continue to wear them for the rest of the shift as if they were my own. Of course, come the end of the shift, I couldn’t think of anything more than clocking off and running away for the night, completely forgetting I was still wearing the socks I’d found earlier in the night. Throughout the time I worked there, I must have collected well in excess of 100, maybe even 200, pairs of socks from all over the globe, much to my excitement.
Now, on other occasions, after sampling the shoes, I would take a liking to them, and so I would stash them away for the night in an area nobody else would either think to go, or be easily able to get to. They were then left there for a day to a couple of days, before I’d return to collect them from their hiding point and take them back to my room. In my room, I’d learned entirely by accident, there happened to be a hidden storage compartment that it was clear nobody knew about. The place in question happened to be the floor of the built-in wardrobe in the room. For some reason, when it was installed, the floor of the wardrobe was never secured down, leaving it able to be lifted up with ease, and providing a massive storage space underneath which worked just perfectly to store my new found treats.
Over the space of 6 months, I’d scored a good 15 – 20 pairs of ‘new’ trainers, varying from Nike, to Osiris, to Adidas, to Vans, as well as a few others in between.
Now, there was one group in particular who sticks in my mind better than all others. This was a group of teenage boys, who were staying with us for 4 nights. Now, usually I wouldn’t have noticed anything different, however it happened that one of the boys had somehow broken his right leg, and was stuck in a long leg cast, generally being pushed around in his wheelchair by his friends. He was mostly incapable of walking, but he did still get around from time to time with a pair of crutches. Wherever he went outside, he would wear either his purple Nike High Top, a brand new looking black Vans High Top, or his red Nike Janoski on his left foot, along with a cushioned trainer sock to cover his right foot. To be fair to him, it was getting late into October, and was quite cold out. Even though he was generally in a wheelchair, meaning his shoe was perfectly clean, he was not exempt from the rule of no shoes indoors. This meant, he too was required to leave his shoe downstairs by the door and move around inside shoeless. One thing I had noticed about this guy was, whenever he removed his shoe, for some reason he always removed both of his socks.
For the entire time he was there, I was always done with my required work very early into the shift, so each night I would go and investigate whatever shoe he had left, as well as his socks. It just so happened that he too was a size 9 shoe, and they fit me absolutely perfectly. His socks were also amazing, always soft and plush, occasionally slightly sweaty from the day’s activities. The socks, naturally, were always tried on, and as before, forgotten about and kept by me. It also just so happened that one of his friends was also a size 9 shoe, and had left a great pair of well worn, but still very neat blue Adidas Gazelle trainers on the rack. These were also tested, and then stored away in my secret collection, along with the white and red Bonds trainer socks he’d so carefully placed inside his shoes.
On the 3rd day of their stay, I’d noticed that broken leg guy hadn’t bothered to wear his shoe at all, choosing to be pushed around in his chair wearing just his socks on his feet. I assume it was because, for once, it happened to be nice weather outside, and he decided his non casted foot was too warm. I’ll never quite know why he did it. I had only noticed this, as he happened to be wearing bright orange Polo Ralph Lauren trainer socks, which stood out very bright against his purple leg cast.
That night, having completed my workload, I went to again investigate the shoe racks, and noticed to my surprise, that he had once again left his pair of socks from the day downstairs. So, naturally, I tried them on, and upon realising how nice they were, put my own socks over and carried on with my shift. That night though, I decided I would become a lot more daring than just taking his sweet socks. I decided, for some unknown reason, that I would take all 3 of his left shoes that had remained on the rack downstairs, knowing that they would be leaving that morning, and would likely have no time to attempt to find them. Having stashed away his shoes, I thought I’d best leave him something in return, and so instead took my own pair of socks from my feet, and carefully placed them back where his shoes had once sat. I then stuck my shoes on, still wearing his beautiful orange trainer socks, and carried on my shift as if nothing ever happened.
The morning came, and I saw the guy, sat in his wheelchair in the reception, looking very confused. He came over and said to me that his shoes were missing, and he couldn’t understand where they might have gone. I explained to him that I too was unsure what may have happened but would ensure I passed the issue onto management for them to look into. Whilst I was talking to him, I did however, notice that he clearly didn’t have any other socks to wear, and in place of his shoes, he had chosen to put on my pair of socks I’d left for him during the night. For the rest of the morning, I saw him from time to time, wheeling around with his mates, wearing only my socks on his feet, complaining to his friends that someone had stitched him up, and they’d better admit who had done it. Just before I headed back to my room to sleep ready for my next shift, I noticed the group getting back on their coach to leave. The guy in question was still wearing only my pair of socks on his feet, obviously having no other option available to him to resolve his lack of shoes.
The next night, having completed my work, I sloped off and collected my new winnings of 3 left Nike trainers, all of which were amazingly comfortable, and headed back to my room to stash them away with my other ‘new’ pairs. Come to think, I don’t think I ever did report his missing shoes to management…
Still to this day, I wear his amazing socks (they were always some nice, fairly new, branded cushioned trainer socks), and his left shoes. His red Janoski soon became my new favourite, which is by far and away still the comfiest shoe I own, even though it’s now considerably more worn. I’d love to know quite what he’d done to that shoe to make it just so comfortable, but sadly I know I’ll never find out the secret. I still frequently wear the left shoes from all the other pairs of shoes I collected whilst working there, nearly 10 years on (If you don’t know why I only wear the left ones, read my previous story). In fact, I’ve barely purchased new shoes since working there, as I’ve had so many to choose from at any given moment. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this guy, and just how cute he looked wearing my extremely well worn, sweaty socks, paired with the lack of a left shoe, whilst hopping out to his coach on his crutches to leave, knowing he was likely never going to see his shoes again.

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Dressing room mishap

Author – shoelover

One day I was walking in the mall changing in a dressing room, now you can peek under each dressing room to see people’s shoes, socked feet, etc. This particular day I was wearing jeans with white socks and adidas ultraboosts. I went into one of the rooms to change and I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks and tucked them in my shoes, and started changing into the other clothes. My sneakers were right by the door of the room and I heard footsteps outside. I didn’t think much of it but then I heard a person pacing back and forth in front of my door. Then I saw a hand reach down to the floor and snagged my sneakers!! I was in a panic because my socks were also in my shoes!! I ran out barefoot trying to chase the thief but I didn’t see anyone in sight! I’m my embarrassment I walked back to the car and drove barefoot. It was pretty exciting and embarrassing but I find it so much fun when someone tries to steal my sneakers. If you want to steal my shoes email me at shoelover93095@gmail.com

Video about a boy losing shoes

Author – Alex

Here is an european short film about a boy losing his shoes that I want to share. Hope you like it! https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6de6d3

Plot: In a shoe shop, a young boy named Milan receives a new pair of fashionable trainers. Once at home, Milan can hardly wait to wear them, it is then the mother asks Milan to go buy some bread for dinner. The boy doesn’t miss the opportunity and immediately puts on his new gleaming trainers to show them off in front of other boys. On his way to the bakery, there are a lot of construction works, which are a real danger for his new flawless white shoes. Despite this, he manages not to get them dirty. For coming back home, Milan decides to take the bus but unfortunately, he gets the wrong route and he ends in a completely unknown zone. There, Milan meets a gang of wild boys, who will try to snatch his shoes, so Milan runs away in order to save and keep his shoes on. Will the boy be forced to walk back home in his socks

Friends mum steals my shoes

Author – Lovetoshoeswap

This happened to me back when I was in high school so it was a few years ago

I went to visit my friend dennis who lived a mile or so away on a small farm. I had decided to walk as the weather was pretty good and it wasn’t far too his house, since he lived on a farm I wore a pair of slightly worn out Adidas sambas as not to wreck any of my good shoes. After I got to Dennis’s house he suggested that we could go outside and wander around his family’s farm but noticed I only had a pair of trainers on. He thought it would be best if I got a pair of wellie boots as where we were planning on going was through a swampy part, I said I couldn’t be bothered going back to my house to get my wellies so dennis asked what shoe size I wore, I told him I wore size 4 which was a bit of a problem as he wore size 7. He then remembered that his mum wore size 4 and I could borrow her pair. We went to look for his mums pair but couldn’t find them then Dennis remembered that his mum was out working on the farm and probably had them on so we went and found his mum on her way back to the house and asked her if she would let me borrow her wellies. “if I give your friend my wellies what am I going to wear, I’ll need them to get back to the house”, I said she could wear my sambas to get back then when me and Dennis were done outside I could get them back when I go back home. She reluctantly agreed and we swapped footwear then me and Dennis went on our way. A while later we go back to the house to play some games on his PlayStation and I take off his mums wellies. After a little while it’s time for me to head back home and when I go to find my friends mum I notice she is still wearing my shoes so I ask for them back but she tells me that she likes them as they are very comfy on her feet, I ask her several times but she keeps telling me no so I have no choice but to walk back home with no shoes on which is rather embarrassing but I couldn’t help but feeling a little bit turned on by my friends mum wearing my shoes as she was quite good looking.

Me in your stories

Author – lovetoshoeswap

Train Theif by shoelover

I was taking the train home one day when on came this guy wearing white socks jeans a t shirt and a pair of adidas ultra boost . as soon as i seen the shoes I knew i had to have them. after a while he started to play with his shoes which was something I enjoyed very much. After a while of watching I suggested to him that he should be careful where he leaves his shoes as someone may take them (which was what I was planning on doing)and he replied that no one ever does this. I decided to get closer and ask him a few questions about his socks and shoe size. when he told me he wore size 10 i knew they would be a bit too big for me as I wear size 9 shoes. as the train came to my stop I said my goodbyes and went to leave but as I did he slid his feet out of his shoes again so in the heat of the moment I grabbed them while he was looking the other way and left the train as quick as I could. I turned to see where he was and seen him standing at the door of the train knowing there was nothing he could do as he was shoe less. once I got home I slid my feet into his shoes with a great sense of delight as I was successful in getting what i wanted but also felt a little bad for leaving the guy without his shoes.

Don’t drink and buy

Author – Jasper

A few months ago me and my mate Danny where in town we had some food and a few beers as it was a warm afternoon. Danny took a liking to a New Balance trainer on a stand outside a sports shop. He took it inside and asked for the other shoe, the assistant fetched a pair of trainers in a shoebox. He tried them on and decided to buy them. After paying he decided he wanted to wear them so he sat back down and put them back on, as he stood up he accidentally stood on the shoebox crushing it. He placed his old Adidas Gazelle green and yellow trainers in the now damaged shoebox and asked the assistant to bin them as he wanted to go for a few more drinks and couldn’t be bothered to carry them.
In the pub Danny looked down to admire his new trainers and realised they didn’t quite match. He took them off to inspect them closer and realised he had been sold the display shoe which had faded in the sunlight making it lighter than the other. He put them back on, we finished our drinks and went back to the sports shop that was now ready to close. He took off his new trainers and placed them on the counter. “I bought these earlier and the left shoe is faded” he said demanding they be replaced. The assistant said they where the last pair in his size and that is why he was sold the display. He was offered a discount which he refused as he didn’t want to wear odd looking shoes. He could see the damaged box still behind the counter that he had put his old trainers in so demanded a refund. After getting his money back he asked for his old Adidas trainers from the shoebox. The assistant apologetically said he didn’t have his old trainers as he’d given them away to a homeless guy earlier and the shoebox was empty. Danny shouted angrily at the assistant and said he had no right to give away his trainers. The annoyed assistant told Danny that he gave them away rather than bin a perfectly good pair of shoes as he had instructed. “Some unfortunate person now has a decent pair of shoes on his feet” said the assistant. Danny insisted on buying more shoes but his attitude towards the assistant had backfired as he was told the shop was now closed and we would have to leave. The assistant took great pleasure escorting Danny of the premises in his white socked feet and locked the door as we left. I could see Danny feeling uncomfortable stood in the high street shoeless, all the shops had closed for the day and we had an hour to wait for our bus. We decided to go back to the pub and have another drink until the bus arrived. At least Danny could hide his shoeless feet under a table. We got our drinks and sat near a window, that’s when Danny spotted a homeless man in a shop doorway opposite wearing his distinctive green Adidas trainers with yellow stripes. I couldn’t help but laugh, here was my mate shoeless as some homeless person was sat outside wearing his trainers. Danny went out and ran across the street in his socks and pleaded with the homeless guy to give him his trainers back. The guy obviously refused as Danny returned still shoeless but now with everyone else in the pub laughing at his predicament. By the time we got back home Danny’s socks where no longer white. I shouldn’t of laughed so much as Danny got his revenge on me but that’s another story.

Girlfriend’s son steals my shoes

Author – lovetoshoeswap

One day my girlfriend came over to my place for a visit with her teenage son , we spoke for a while and had a laugh but her son was not so interested in the conversation so i suggested that he could go and use my computer to keep himself amused while I spoke to my girlfriend/his mum, he agreed and went through to my room and left us to have our conversation. Some time later she had to go so she called on her son to go, as they left I quickly caught a glance at his feet and thought that he had Adidas sambas that looked a lot like mine but never thought much more about it. Later that day I went through to my bedroom and happened to fined to find a pair of green Adidas gazelles and a pair of black socks lying in my cupboard and thought to myself “I thought that those sambas looked a lot like mine” as I noticed my sambas were missing, as I started to get angry I thought if he has my sambas and a pair of my socks we must have the same size feet so I decided to try on his socks and shoes, as I slid his still somewhat warm socks and shoes I got a text from my gf son saying “I borrowed your sambas and a pair of socks as well as my feet were a bit sweaty, they fit great so I will keep them for a while”. After I got the text I thought to myself that I could wear his shoes around for a while then the next time I go over to see his mother I could steal some of his shoes.

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