The shoe auction

Author – Mickey

Andrew volunteered to assist in the shoe auction. He’d had his Nike AirMax trainers taken from him a week earlier so he wasn’t allowed to bid in the auction. His job was to prepare all the forfeited shoes in the school hall ready for bidding, he would also be holding each pair of shoes as they are auctioned. Whilst he was placing all the shoes on temporary tables he came across his confiscated Nikes so he hid them behind the stage curtain. The hall filled up with students hoping to bag a bargain. The teacher stood at the podium with gavel in hand and the auction commenced. Andrew held up the first pair of black lace up shoes, plain and ordinary, this was the same for the first 25 pairs. Each time Andrew would leave the stage and give the shoes to the winning bidder and collect the payment and return to the stage and give the money to the auctioneer. After all the school shoes had been auctioned it was time for the confiscated sport shoes. Most of the students had come along specifically for this part of the auction as most of the trainers where nearly new just like his Nikes that he had hidden. The most popular trainers went for high prices especially Nikes followed by New Balance. A few pairs of Adidas trainers went for next to nothing. Andrew said to the teacher it was the last pair as he held up yet another pair of black Nike AirMax trainers. Andrew took them to the successful bidder and returned to the stage. As he gave the money to the teacher he was told to get the trainers he’d hidden. “We have one last pair of trainers, size 9 Nike AirMax”. Andrew stood holding his own trainers up and with every bid he knew they where gonna be on someone else’s feet before the end of the day. Again he got off the stage and reluctantly handed his trainers to the winner. He got back on the stage and gave the money for his trainers to the teacher. As he was about to leave the teacher shouted out “We have one last pair of shoes that have just come up for auction, size 9, black leather brogues”. Andrew looked at the teacher and said “We have no more shoes to auction” The teacher looked down at Andrews feet. “Yes we have, take them off”. Andrew stared out into the hall, every pair of eyes where watching him as he unlaced his shoes and removed them. He picked them up and raised them in the air just like all the other pairs before. The teacher announced to the hall that Andrew had broken the school rules for hiding a pair of trainers, his deceit has cost him his shoes aswell. May this swift punishment of him losing his shoes and selling them whilst they are still warm from his feet act as a deterrent to you all. His shoes went under the hammer and he walked off stage like each time before, only this time he was in socked feet. He handed his shoes to a guy and took the money. The guy said “The teacher was right they are still warm”. Those around him laughed as he watched the guy take off his own shoes and put on his newly acquired leather brogues. Andrew walked back to the stage and gave the money to the teacher. He sat on the edge of the stage with his socked feet dangling. He watched everyone leave, all wearing shoes and some carrying shoes whilst he had none. He watched his Nikes being carried out and then watched his leather shoes walk out on somebody else’s feet. The teacher still wanted to see him the next day about trying to steal his own trainers.
He walked home in his black socks to explain to his parents why he had not only lost his expensive trainers but also his dads expensive leather brogues which he had borrowed that morning.

The shoe repair

Author – unlucky lad

I was heading to London for a job interview. Most people on board the train where using their phones either listening to music, reading, shopping etc. Even my train ticket was on my phone. What ever did we do before smartphones I thought. I lifted my right foot onto my left knee. I noticed the heel on my shoe was well worn. My shoes where good quality black leather brogues and where quite expensive. I was disappointed that I’d be attending an interview for a job I really wanted wearing a smart suit and tie with worn out shoes.
At the railway station I noticed a shoe repair kiosk on the concourse, so I asked the guy inside if my shoe was repairable so I lifted my foot to show him the worn heel. “I cannot see, give me your shoe” he said. I was reluctant to remove my shoe in the busy station but I noticed the guy sat on a stool was shoeless so I took off my shoe and put it on the counter.
‘No problem’ he said keeping my shoe. I asked for it back explaining I was in a hurry. “Why ask? If you don’t want it repairing” he said as he removed the worn heel from my shoe leaving me with no choice but to have re-heeled now.
He put my shoe to one side whilst he continued repairing the shoeless guys footwear, I was now stuck stood in one shoe and there was nothing I could do, he deliberately asked for my shoe to stop me from leaving.
The shoeless guy paid using his debit card and only after the card transaction was completed did he get his shoes back, he put them on and left. I sat on the newly vacated stool and waited whilst browsing Facebook on my phone. The repairer then asked for my other shoe. I stared at my shod foot, ‘I can’t just do one shoe’ he said. I took it off and handed it over leaving me sat in my navy blue socks. ‘Will you be much longer’ I said explaining about my job interview, not that it made any difference to him, he had my shoes and I wasn’t going anywhere without them.
A few minutes later he said ‘That will be £20, cash or card?’. I thought it was expensive but I didn’t have time to argue and proceeded to wave my phone in front of his card machine. ‘It’s not contactless’ he said. ‘You’ll have to put your card in and use your PIN’. I don’t carry cards, I always pay with my smartphone’ I explained. ‘Another one’ he sighed. ‘£20 cash then or I’ll be keeping your shoes’. My face drained as I had no cash either. “I don’t carry money as I always pay with my phone” I explained. He just shook his head and placed my shoes on a shelf with other pairs awaiting collection and said I can collect them once I’ve paid.
I was horrified and embarrassed at being shoeless in central London and I desperately needed to attend my job interview.
To be continued.
What would you do?

Me In Your Story -Shoplifters-I.T. Guy

Author – Jimbo
I’m 25 and work in I.T. I had to visit a shop to fix their office PC. I decided to walk to the shop it wasn’t too far away. It was busy when I arrived, as I waited I noticed a shelf of shoes behind the counter. The thought of getting my shoes put on that shelf excited me. I introduced myself to Bart the shopkeeper. I asked about the shoes. “Our thieves leave shoeless and we display their footwear to deter others” he said. I replied enthusiasticly “Wow that’s an experience I’d be unsure about”. He sensed my keen curiosity “Give me your shoes” he said offering me the experience, albeit temporarily. I looked down at my tan brogues and could not resist his offer, I quickly took them off before changing my mind. Giving my shoes to a total stranger leaving me in socks in a public space was overwhelming. As he took my shoes a customer entered and I got embarrassed. I was treat no different to a shoplifter as he placed them on the shelf, “You can have them back tomorrow” he said. A flush of excitement and fear hit me, he was in control, he had my shoes and wasn’t giving them back. I was shoeless and there was nothing I could do about it.
I blushed as the customer looked me up and down in my suit and socked feet before leaving the store. Bart asked “Enjoying it?”. Nervously I replied “Yes but I need my shoes when I leave”. He said “No, no, no, you wanted the experience, you get them back tomorrow like anyone else”. The grin on his face just proved of his enjoyment of taking shoes from others.
Then he laughed “I’ll keep them until you fix my PC” he said. Breathing a sigh of relief I said “It’s a deal”.
I went to the office to fix his computer. Whilst working shoeless I soon realised I needed a part for the PC. I didn’t want to enter the busy shop in my socked feet but I needed Barts attention. My socks became damp as customers trod rain into the shop. I stared at the confiscated footwear, seeing my shoes amongst them gave me a bigger thrill than when I had first arrived. Eventually the shop emptied of customers. “Have you fixed my PC” asked Bart. I told him I needed my shoes so I can go get a part to fix it. A large grin appeared on his face as he looked down at my socked feet and said “The deal was I keep your shoes until you fix my PC”. I said “It’s raining”. He tapped the leather uppers of my confiscated shoes and said. “Now you’ll have the full experience of leaving without your shoes”.

Ted and the prefects

Author – Ted

My name is Ted, 16 years old, 6ft with blond hair. My looks make me more suited to the beach than school. I liked being casual, shorts, t-shirt, vans with white socks but at school I dressed correctly and smartly, trousers, blazer, white shirt with school tie and black brogues which where always polished.
My family circumstances changed and I had to move from a private school to the local school. It was a culture shock but I still kept my standards which reflected in my work and behaviour. It didn’t take long to get the respect of the teachers as my grades where good.
One lunchtime I spotted a boy getting picked on by an older pupil. I intervened as I don’t like bullying. The younger pupil ran away but caused me to have an altercation with the bully. We ended up fighting on the grass only to be stopped by a Prefect. His name was Steve, older than me but smartly dressed unlike most of the pupils here. I told him I had been defending a boy from this bully but as he had ran off I had no proof to defend my actions.
Both me and the bully called Henry where photographed by the Prefect who then ordered us to follow him inside the building. We entered an old gym hall. Inside was another Prefect named Ben, he was sitting on a desk with an empty box beside him. “Two newbies” he said. I asked why I was here. “You’re here to be punished for fighting” said the prefect called Steve. I again tried to explain but was told that there was no excuse for fighting. “All pupils brought here lose their lunchtime liberty” said Ben. Any disobedience means automatic detention.
“Take off your shoes” said Steve. “Why” said Henry. He didn’t like the explanation and said “You want to control us by taking our shoes, no fucking way”. He stormed out of the gym leaving me alone with the two Prefects. “He’ll regret what he’s done” said Ben who stared down at my feet. He again demanded my shoes, I wanted to follow Henry out the door, I was innocent but couldn’t prove it. I decided to just accept my punishment, losing my shoes and my freedom for an hour wasn’t too much of an hardship, was it? “Shoes, take them off” demanded Steve. The floor looked dirty so I stood on one leg like a Flamingo, unlaced my shiny black Brogue and removed it and handed it to Ben. I put my dark blue socked foot on the cold dirty floor and raised my other foot repeating my actions and handed over my right shoe. Holding both my shoes, Ben admired them and complimented my choice of footwear as they where the same as his and the other prefects shoes, smart polished black Brogues. The only difference was they still had theirs on their feet. Ben placed my shoes in the box on the desk and told me to sit down. I looked around the empty hall, there where no chairs. “Sit on the floor” said Ben. I told him I had not sat on a floor since I was a small kid and most certainly not sitting on this cold floor getting my trousers dirty. “They’ll match your muddy blazer” said Ben. My left arm was covered in mud and I had grass stains on my white shirt also, my pristine uniform was no more but I still refused the indignity of sitting on the dirty floor. “Obey the rules and sit” said Ben “Or you don’t get your shoes back”. Henry had been right, my shoes where now being held to ransom and I had allowed it to happen. I should of left with him, they have my shoes and there was nothing I could. I sat on the cold floor like a shoeless beggar. Steve left the room, I tried talking to Ben again pathetically begging him to give me back my shoes and letting me leave but he just kept telling me to shut up. Steve returned with two more boys, I watched as their shoes got confiscated, their black socks turning grey from the dusty floor. I felt even more humiliated, no difference between me ‘innocent’ and them ‘guilty’ we where all shoeless, which made us the same, like prisoners in a jail cell. After watching several more pupils arrive and have their shoes taken. I realised all the confiscated shoes had been placed in the box on top of my clean polished shoes. The bell rung and I watched everyone retrieve their shoes and leave, Ben refused to give me my shoes. Apparently I had been disobedient by not remaining silent and refusing to sit on the floor. “You can collect your shoes in detention” he said rather smugly. I felt colour drain from my face “I’ve never had detention before” I said. Then I realised not only was I getting detention but I was going to spend the afternoon shoeless “I can’t go to lessons without my shoes” I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve done nothing wrong” I pleaded. He just smiled and took away my shoes.
I walked along the corridor, students staring at my socked feet. In my few weeks at the school I had seen students walking shoeless in socks and thought ‘losers’ now here I was ‘the loser’ walking to class with shoeless feet. I arrived at my first lesson of the afternoon, I could see the look of disappointment on the teachers face. I quickly sat down wishing a hole would appear and swallow me. At 4pm I walked to the detention room my dark blue socks looked worn and dirty. I reached the door it was locked, I had to wait in the busy corridor shoeless, might aswell of had a sign above my head saying ‘bad boy’ as it was obvious why I was stood there in my socked feet. Other boys appeared and waited, all shoeless. The creator of my humiliation, Henry, was walking along the corridor. It pleased me to see he had no shoes on his feet. He stood next to me, he told me he wasn’t a bully and he was trying to stop the boy from bullying his younger brother. I had come along and intervened and he’d got angry. I was actually the instigator and not him I had been guilty all along. He felt as aggrieved as me in the Sin Bin and that’s why he left, unfortunately he was identified by his photo in an email. His teacher immediately confiscated his shoes in front of the whole class. I felt bad for the guy. I looked at my reflection in the window, muddy blazer, grassed stained shirt, dirty trousers and socks and my blond hair had been messed up since the lunchtime fight. From a smart well groomed pupil in the morning to scuffy shoeless tramp in the afternoon, my humility was complete. Henry and me became good friends getting up to mischief and spent many lunchtimes sitting on the sin bin floor shoeless.

The Prefects – Pt. 9

Author – Shoelossfan

The bell rung, the pupils where officially told their shoes where confiscated until detention. “F***ing great” said Ryan as he and Shane walked away in their socks. Noah and Ricky where upset too, their efforts of getting out writing lines had backfired big time, they too where now shoeless with detention too.
Having waited until the pupils had gone, the teachers walked up to the desk. “Where are our shoes?” demanded Mr. Johnson. “The head teacher confiscated them thinking they where pupils trainers” said Ben. Mr. Johnson felt annoyed believing the Prefects had intentionally allowed this to happen. “We cannot take lessons in our socks” said Mr. Steel. Mr. Johnson demanded that the Prefects give them their shoes to wear. They refused reminding both teachers they where still in the Sin bin. Both teachers, angry and embarrassed stormed out into the corridor in their socked feet.
As they headed along the corridor Ben and Steve where ambushed by the shoeless teachers. With roles reversed the teachers again demanded the boys’ shoes. “They won’t fit you” replied Ben, “and we’ve broken no rules”. Mr. Johnson said “You just have, you’re disobeying a teacher”.
“What!” said Ben, “Refusing to give you my shoes is punishable by giving you my shoes, seems more like I’m being mugged”.
Reluctantly the two 18 year olds removed their black leather brogues in the busy corridor. The teachers immediately tried putting their cold feet into the warm shoes without success. “Told you they wouldn’t fit, I checked your shoe size earlier when I confiscated your shoes Sir” said a smug Ben rather loudly bringing more attention to the teachers’ shoeless predicament in the busy corridor.
“Can we have our shoes back?” asked Steve.
“No” replied Mr. Johnson “I’ll be keeping them”
“You’re stealing our shoes” said Ben “I’ll report you”
“Don’t get clever with me boy, theft is to take something and not give it back. To take something and give it back later is confiscation”
Ben and Steve where told to collect their shoes from Mr. Johnson at home time. They walked away in their grey ribbed socks to class, although Ben had suffered this indignity many times, Steve hadn’t since becoming a prefect and was feeling rather embarrassed going to lessons in his socks.
Both teachers had no choice but to visit the Head teacher’s office. “Why are you carrying your shoes” asked the head as he looked down at their shoeless feet. The situation was explained with great embarrassment. The Head wasn’t impressed, “You had no right meddling in the Sin Bin and if we lose the respect of the Prefects then we’ll have to police the school grounds at lunchtime ourselves”. He told them to give the Prefects back their shoes and apologize. The young teachers where told that their trainers will remain confiscated making an example of both of them to staff and pupils that inappropriate footwear will not be tolerated. You can attend tonight’s detention where you’ll have your shoes returned”.
As they left Mr. Johnson said ”If the Head thinks I’m going to apologize and give the prefects their shoes whilst I’m without mine then he can think again. He took the prefects shoes and headed to his classroom. Mr. Steel found it surreal, walking around school in his socks, shoes confiscated and awaiting detention and he was a teacher. Both teachers walked to their classrooms wondering how their pupils would react to them being in socked feet.

The prefects – pt5

Author – shoeless guy

The next day three13 year old pupils had their shoes confiscated and where ordered to sit on the floor and be quiet. No sooner had they sat down Steve was back with Shane, Ryan, Dave and Jimmy. They had deliberately been abusive. Steve left again as Ben told the four pals to remove their shoes. “Only when you’ve taken off yours and put them in the box” said Shane. “Not in front of these other pupils” whispered Ben. “Don’t worry about them” said Dave as we walked over to the younger pupils. “How much money have you got boys?” he said menacingly. Ben told the13 year olds to collect their shoes and leave. Which they did without hesitation. Jimmy said to Ben that he had just cost them some potential cash and wanted to know how much he had to compensate them. Ben reasserted his authority and told Jimmy and Dave that he was the Prefect now and he wasn’t going to let them extort money from anyone. “Take your shoes off Ben” said Shane “We kept our promise not to tell the teacher, now keep yours and take them off”. Ben kept his word and undid his laces and slipped his expensive leather shoes off his feet. “Nice pair of shoes” said Ryan who kicked off his own shoes and tried them on. They where too big for his feet so he gave them to Shane. He kicked off his shoes and put Ben’s leather brogues on. Shane and Ryans shoes where placed in the confiscation box by Ben. He then told Dave and Jimmy to remove their shoes and put them in the box. Shane sat on the floor wearing Bens shoes grinning at the shoeless Prefect. Ben felt uncomfortable in his grey ribbed socks and frustrated watching his nemisis wearing his shoes. “It was agreed to put my shoes in the box and not for you to wear them” said Ben even though he’d worn Shane’s trainers last night. It was nearing the end of the lunch period, Ben demanded his shoes. “Make me give you them” said Shane. Ben jumped off the desk, Ryan grabbed Ben’s socked foot and pulled him to the floor, Shane got on top of Ben and said “Try and take them off my feet” but he couldn’t as the others had pinned him down. In the scuffle Ben’s prefect badge had fallen off his jacket. Shane grabbed it as he stood up. Ben was still pinned to the floor as the door opened, it was a teacher coming to collect the box of shoes. He was early. “What’s going on here” he demanded to know. “Who’s the prefect?” Ben had no badge and on the floor without shoes. Shane looked at Ben and realised his dilemma, he quickly put the prefect badge on his jacket and proclaimed he was. The teacher had no reason to disbelieve him as he had a badge and was wearing shoes. “You need to have some discipline in here” he said as he looked at the four shoeless students sat in disarray on the floor. “I was about to tell them that their shoes would remain confiscated for the rest of the day and they can collect them in detention later” said Shane. The teacher stared at the four students and said “I’ll remember your faces for detention later”. He picked up the box and carried it out of the room.
Ben sat on the floor with his head in his hands as the other three demanded to know why their mate had just given them detention. “You let the teacher take our shoes” said Jimmy. “I had no choice you where all grappling on the floor when he entered”. They weren’t pleased having to spend another afternoon shoeless and getting detention again, Shane laughed at them. Ben stood up and demanded his shoes and badge back. “You heard what the teacher said, he is going to remember your face for detention and what will I wear as he has taken my shoes” said Shane “I’ll pretend to be you and you can be me”. He liked the idea of being a prefect as he told the others to hurry along in their socks and don’t be late for class or detention. Ben told Shane to wait behind after school so they could swap shoes after detention. “No” said Shane “I like your shoes, they’re quite comfortable and I’m not waiting around school unnecessarily so I’ll walk home in them seeing as I have no trainers, I might give you them back tomorrow”. He had a big smile on his face as he walked off. Ben stood in his grey socks watching his shoes disappear on someone elses feet along the corridor. He hoped that once again he wouldn’t be caught out in detention later. His second day of being a prefect and another afternoon of being shoeless. Not a great start to being a ‘school cop’.

Taxi Hell – Driver POV

Author – Shoeless guy

I’d had a busy day with plenty of fares even with my payment machine refusing cards. I was about to switch off my ‘FOR HIRE’ sign and head home when some 6ft ‘trendy
bearded’ idiot in a grey suit stepped out in front of my cab shouting ‘TAXI’. My sudden stop enabled two young men in suits to get in my cab followed by the idiot that I nearly hit. They where merry in drink but not totally drunk. No polite request but a demand to be taken out of town. The traffic was heavy and they where getting impatient when one shouted arrogantly “Stop driver! we’re getting the tube as you’re too slow” and proceeded to shove his debit card through the payment hatch. “Sorry guys” I said politely “machine is down, cash only I’m afraid”. “We have no cash” explained the tall blond haired guy, i heard the others call him Mike “Can you find an ATM machine on route”. I would of happily kicked them out without payment and just head home but their rudeness stopped me. I passed several ATM machines but couldn’t stop due to the traffic, eventually I found a bank with several ATM’s, the blond guy called Mike got out and tried every cash machine without success, as he walked back to the taxi I noticed his footwear, nice expensive brogue shoes. As soon as he was back inside the cab I locked the doors and demanded something as collateral until they could pay the fare. The bearded guy shouted in a condescending manner that anything I suggested was far too valuable for paying a lousy taxi fare. His arrogance was becoming unbearable when the guy sat between him and Mike suggested a supermarket with cashback facilities and more urgently ‘toilets’. I agreed and drove off.
With their desperation for a piss they would agree to anything, so I took my time finding a supermarket. I deliberately parked my cab furthest away from the supermarket entrance. Another request for collateral was dismissed. So I said to the bearded guy “To stop you doing a runner after getting out of my taxi, give me your shoes, it’s the only way your getting out”. He stared at me as if in defiance, his mates laughed and said “Yeah Nick give him your shoes” he was about to swear when I shouted “SHOES NOW” he reluctantly undid his laces and removed his shoes revealing plain black socks, I couldn’t believe I got a 6ft tall man to give me his shoes. He squeezed them through the money hatch in the cabs partition. I looked at them, I could smell the warm patent leather and threw them in the front passenger footwell. I knew they where expensive and they alone would cover the cost of the taxi fare but I wasn’t finished. The other two where still laughing at their friends embarrassment. “Not enough” I said then looked at the guy sat in the middle, his laughter stopped as I demanded his too, “Take off your shoes and give them to me”, he did reluctantly and passed them through the hatch, another strong smell of leather and feet from his warm shoes. I threw them next to the other pair. He called me a pratt, I wasn’t bothered, he was in his socks and I had his shoes. Mike, the last remaining wearer of footwear shouted “Can we get out now for crying out loud, I need a piss”, “Not until you also hand over your shoes” I said. The 6ft tall blond stared at his friends shoeless feet, looked down at his own shoes and realised his fate. “Your not laughing now” I said as he undid the laces of his tan Brogues, he slipped them off his feet and handed them to me. “Nice expensive shoes” I said to him as I also threw them into the footwell next to the other pairs of ransomed footwear. They sat on the back seat of my cab, three strapping men in their expensive grey suits and black socked feet, expressing their embarrassment by hiding one socked foot behind the other repeatedly. ‘Not so arrogant now are we boys’ I thought to myself as I unlocked the doors. They got out and clumsily walked quickly in their socks across the large car park towards the entrance of the supermarket and disappeared inside.

They where either drunk, stupid or just too materialistic to hand over a watch. After all depositing a watch would not of been noticed by anyone, but for all three to give up their shoes and walk around a supermarket in their socks was just plain stupid and very very noticeable.
Whilst they where gone I took off my cheap brown shoes and tried on Nick’s black patent leather shoes, they where still quite warm and really comfortable. I then tried Mike’s tan Brogues, they looked good on the tall blond’s feet, even better on mine and I wanted to keep them for myself as I could never justify the cost of a pair. Whilst waiting I listened to the radio news and learned of a banking problem, I realised it wasn’t their fault. I had passed caring about the fare, the enjoyment of persuading three annoying young men to part with their shoes and walk into a supermarket in socked feet was priceless. Even though they where arrogant pigs, I wanted to drive off leaving them stranded penny less and shoeless miles from home but I took pity on them and waited.
They hobbled in socked feet back to the taxi, as soon as the doors closed I locked them and drove out of the car park. I was about to let them have their shoes when Nick ‘demanded’ them back, he also lied about having the cash. His annoyance changed my mind, I drove nowhere near their destination and pulled over. I asked again for payment, Mike the tall blond said ‘I am really sorry but we still haven’t got the cash” I picked up their shoes and was about to give them back when Nick mouthed off again “Give us our shoes and let us out”. I told them I knew they had no cash and why, I was about to give them back again but because of Nicks further annoyance I threw their shoes back into the footwell. I shouted at Nick “Do you ever shut that mouth of yours or are you enjoying being shoeless and confined in my cab?” Mike the blond guy gave me his watch as payment, neither cheap nor expensive it covered more than the cost of the fare. I called the arrogant bearded Nick a shit and told him the homeless people across the road had more respect than them. I picked up Nick’s shoes and opened the front passenger window, I told him he had nice shoes, he looked at them, his bearded jaw dropped as I threw them out of the open window, his big mouth demanded to be let out to get his shoes as he glanced over to the homeless people. I picked up the other pair of black
shoes and as I threw them out, their owner called me a bastard. Finally I told the tall
blond guy how much I admired his expensive footwear and quickly threw them out of the door window landing in the darkness next to the other men’s shoes. I told him the homeless people would appreciate them. I sounded the car horn as I pulled away, their heads turned from the open window to the homeless people whose attention had turned to the pile of expensive patent leather shoes on the roadside. No sooner had I moved I slowed to a halt and unlocked the doors. The three tall young men in their expensive grey suits exited the taxi and ran in their socked feet to retrieve their shoes before the homeless people got to them. I drove off looking in my rear view mirror it was a very close race between them all to reach the expensive patent leather shoes.

I did feel guilty though, not only did I have Mike’s watch I also have his expensive shoes. I had driven from the supermarket in my socks and there where four pairs of shoes in the footwell including mine. I’d actually thrown my own shoes out of the window instead of Mike’s.

Although I had expected to finish work several hours earlier I’d enjoyed watching the captive arrogant young men squirm with embarrassment without their shoes. It was better than a night in front of the TV. Perhaps I should do it again!