Vanishing Vans

Author – Roger

A very long day at work, having started with leaving home at 6am and by 8pm I was at last heading home on the bus, in this case a rattly old single decker. There were half a dozen people on the bus so I sat at the back where there was no one around. I kicked off my Vans stretched out and after a while I dozed off, eventually the rattling of the bus woke me up and a jerky stop woke me up fully, looking out of the window I realised to my dismay that I had passed my stop and I was in the next small town 2 miles from home .Looking round for my shoes I realised they had vanished, I looked under all the seats but there was no sign of them, someone must have crept up and stolen them. At the next bus stop I got up ran to the front of the bus and dived off before the driver could check my ticket, so there I was 2 miles from home in my socks. There were no shops open of course at this time there was little option but to walk. 2 miles does not sound too far its only 40 minutes or so normally but I have never had to do it without shoes on. At the start it was easy as I was at the side of a road with good footpaths but part way along the footpath ended so I was waking at the edge of the actual road which was much stonier and I had to watch out for glass in the road. A few people noticed I was in socks and beeped their horns adding to my lack of pleasure. By the time I got home there were holes in my dark grey socks and they were fit for the bin. Not a good day.

Shoeless at the dentist

Author – Mickey

I had left school early to attend a dentist’s appointment. I was on the bus when a group of other teenagers got on. Their school blazers told me they belonged to another school that often clashed with ours. They where heading to the back of the bus where I was seated. They spotted my school blazer, I was the enemy. They surrounded me, one of them poked my school badge on my blazer and said ‘What you doing on our bus?’ I tried to be friendly with them but they weren’t friendly back. Another one grabbed my leg and tried to drag me from my seat. I tried kicking him but he grabbed my foot and pulled off my shoe. They started throwing my black school shoe to each other. I asked for it back when one said ‘Awe he wants his shoe back’ then proceeds to hold it out of the bus window. Then let’s go of it, I watched it fall to the roadside. I tried to get up to stop the bus but they pinned me down and one said ‘You won’t need the other one now and grabbed my other foot and pulled it off my other shoe. They got up and ran off the bus at the next stop with my shoe. I sat on the bus in my socked feet as they waved my shoe at the window. They then threw my shoe on to the bus shelter roof.
A couple of stops later I got off the bus feeling very self conscious of my shoeless feet. I didn’t want to go into the dentists without shoes but my mother had threatened me with being grounded if I didn’t attend. As I sat in the waiting room I felt embarrassed as everyone could see my grey socks. I was called to the dentists room and he asked where my shoes where. I explained what happened, he was sympathetic and asked if he could phone someone to collect me. I refused and said I preferred to walk and try and find my shoes.
I left the dentist and headed back towards the bus stop where they had thrown my shoe. Fortunately there was not a lot of people about to see my shoeless feet. I could see my shoe but I couldn’t reach it. I had no choice but to leave it. I continued walking in my socked feet along the bus route until I found my other shoe. I put it on and walked home, one shoe was better than none on my feet.
I eventually got home and my brother spotted my foot missing a shoe. He laughed at me, I told him it was not funny having to walk home in one shoe. After he stopped laughing he offered to take me in his car to retrieve my other shoe. I got changed out of my uniform into shorts and a tee shirt, I put on my New Balance trainers with white socks. We headed to the bus stop, my shoe was still sat on the shelter roof. My brother parked his car as close to the shelter as he could and told me to climb on to the car roof and get my shoe. I got out and was about to get onto the car bonnet when my brother shouted ‘Stop, take off your trainers I don’t want you scratching my paintwork. I pulled off my trainers and threw them in the car. For the second time today I was stood shoeless in the street. I gingerly climbed onto his car and reached my shoe. As I got off his car he pulled away leaving me at the bus stop shoeless with a school shoe in my hand. He turned the car around but instead of stopping he shouted ‘It was funny you having to walk home in one shoe earlier so you can do it again’. He drove off laughing with my trainers in his car. I no choice, twice in one day I had to walk home in one shoe.

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.

Public Transport

Author – NikeAirMax

The stories about the train tracks who take shoes made me think of a bus ride i took years ago. Back then all shoes i had were Nike air max’s, and i had a lot of them. The newer ones i kept really clean and in good shape, the older they got, the less i took care of them. Somewhere in their lifetime, i no longer tie the laces and just step in and out of the shoes without touching the laces ever again.

With very old Nike’s this meant they’re loose-fitting. Well, this day i was wearing my oldest pair and went to a friend who lives a couple of hours away. It would only be an hour and a half by car, but by public transport it would take at least double that, but after a weekend there, i went home and at the very first transit from one bus to the next, i step out the first one, my backpack snags something. This caught me off guard so i stumble and the stupid thing gives way so i almost fly out of the bus and during my flight i somehow lost my shoe. Now before i regain my balance i had to make two steps and i realize i’m outside the bus but my shoe is not!

I turn around to grab it but the doors close to my face. One of the passengers inside now sees me through the doors, looks at my shoe inside, looks back to me, but does nothing!!! Not one word to the driver!

So the bus drives off, and i’m banging the door by now but somehow the driver didn’t hear, of didn’t care and took off. With my shoe inside and i stood at a highway bus station wearing only one shoe.

It took ten minutes for my next bus to arrive and i asked him if he could reach the other bus to ask them about my shoe but there was nothing he could do. The only thing he gave me was a phone number for the lost and found. At first i was in one shoe but when i got to the train station i didn’t want stay in one shoe so the only choice i had was to take it off as well and walk along without it.