True experience

Author – shoeless guy

The following story is a true account of how I realized my fondness to losing shoes.
After my experience it got me searching the Web and discovering this site about a year ago. I enjoy reading the stories posted and hope my contributions have been enjoyed by others. Although so far my stories have been fiction and wished It had actually happened to me, the following story is true and why I use ‘Shoeless Guy’ as my name.
.
A few years ago I worked as a Sales Rep in the north of England. With a company car I did a lot of driving and often seen abandoned shoes on the roadside but never really thought anymore about it. I always stop to eat lunch in lay-bys, my favourite being on a not too busy road with great views across the Pennines. A few miles before the lay-by I spotted a training shoe on the roadside and it looked fairly new. It got me thinking who lost their shoe? Why was it there? What happened to the other shoe? Would anyone retrieve it? All questions that would never be answered. Would anyone stop and pick up the shoe?, probably not unless it was the owner. Then I thought would anyone stop and pick up a pair of shoes? Again probably not, too hazardous to stop on a main road. I continued thinking about it as I finished eating lunch. What if a pair of shoes where left in a lay-by, anyone could stop and pick them up. I stared down at my shoes in the footwell, would anyone take them if I drove off leaving them behind? I was getting incredibly excited with just the thought of leaving them, never mind losing them. Being a sales rep I wore a suit and smart shoes, I took off my shoes and looked at them, they weren’t new but I looked after them and they where as good as new, size 10, plain black laced leather shoes. Would anyone want to take them? I placed them on the passenger seat and pondered.
The excitement of throwing my shoes out the passenger window and driving off shoeless in my suit was overwhelming. So I did, I looked in my rear view mirror and could see them laying on the tarmac, my right shoe laid on it’s side. My heart was pounding, I decided to drive to a roundabout about three miles ahead and turn around and go back and retrieve them. Just the thought of someone taking them got me more excited. As I approached the roundabout I could see a car had bumped another causing a queue. What if I had bumped into another car and had to get out…. in my socks! The reality of what I had done was kicking in. I navigated the roundabout and headed back. My heart still pounding, excited and cold flushes of fear at the same time I slowed as the lay-by approached on the opposite side of the road. A car was parked, a police car! I drove past, but relieved that my shoes where still there, I decided to do a U turn at a junction a mile up the road, hoping the police car would be gone on my return. It wasn’t, so I drove past my shoes again, the police car pulled out behind me. What if I have a brake light out and get pulled over by the police, they’ll see me shoeless, is it legal to drive in socks? All sorts of paranoid thoughts running wild in my head, heart pounding in my chest. He followed me to the roundabout, the two bumped cars gone, I drove straight on at the roundabout, it might look unusual doing a U turn with the police behind. He turned right but it took me another mile to U turn and head back. My shoes where still in the now empty lay-by, I passed and U turned where I’d done earlier and headed back to the lay by. A car ahead slowed me down, I indicated to pull into the lay-by, so did the car in front. He stopped ahead of where my shoes lay. I pretended to use my phone waiting for him to move off all the time staring at my shoes, I really needed to get them as I should of been with my next customer now. I didn’t have the courage to get out and retrieve them in my socks so I waited. Then he got out of his car and put some rubbish in the waste bin, he spotted my shoes, picked them up and went to put them in the bin. My heart pounded again, excited he’d picked them up, but happy he was going to bin my shoes allowing me to retrieve them. He stared at them then looked at his own shoes, he looked over to me, then carried them to his car, got in and drove off. The excitement of a stranger carrying away my shoes as I sat in my socks was incredible but as he drove off panic set in. I drove behind him, excited and nervous at the same time thinking how did I end up following my own shoes. I knew some traffic lights where ahead and I’d built up the courage to ask for my shoes back if the lights where on red. As we approached the lights, they went to red, ‘thank god’ I thought, but he jumped them and I lost him… and my shoes.
I was extremely late getting to my next call, a small retailer in a rural village. Nowhere to buy shoes, I pulled over and phoned him explaining I was late and could we discuss any issues and order stock on the phone. He wanted me there as I’d promised to remove old stock. Panic set in, I couldn’t visit a customer in my socks but I really had no choice. I entered his shop, trying to act normal in my dark grey suit and black socks. His two teenage sons where there. My face went red as they looked straight at my shoeless feet. “You lose something” said the shopkeeper as his sons laughed. “I stepped in some cow muck having a pee” I explained telling them they didn’t smell too good and be unhygienic walking in a shop wearing them. He offered to loan me a pair of his sons shoes, but my size 10 feet quickly dismissed that idea. Having finished at his store I headed to my next job, fortunately in a larger town that had a supermarket that sold shoes. My heart again pounding as I entered in my socked feet, feeling rather relieved when I reached the shoe aisle. I found a pair of loafers that fitted. Rather than walk in my socks to the checkouts I pulled the price tag off the shoes and wore them. After queueing at the till, I gave the checkout operator the tag and explained I was wearing the shoes.
“I’ll need to see the shoes” she said.
“Why?” I asked. She explained that anyone could switch labels and I could be wearing expensive trainers. I took the shoes off as the queue watched, to make matters worse she called for an assistant from clothing to come over and do a price check on my shoes. The clothes department was at the back of the store so had to wait for him to arrive then walked off again with the shoes. All the time the impatient queue staring at me in my suit and socks. Eventually he returned, I paid and put the shoes on and left.
If only I had got out of my car at the lay-by and picked up my shoes, nobody except the car driver would of seen my socked feet and then he would of forgotton me later.
I did the rest of my calls and got home late, my girlfriend wasn’t amused when she spotted a cheap pair of loafers on the bedroom floor rather than my quality leather shoes.
Although the afternoon was embarrassing I never forgot how excited I’d become leaving my shoes on the roadside, the thrill of being shoeless and embarrassed at the same time, watching someone take my shoes as I sat helpless in my socks was exhilarating.
Evertime I visited my village customer his sons always shouted ‘The Shoeless Guy’s here’

The interview

Author – shoeless guy

The job vacancy was in an old accountancy firm. The owner, Charles Smith, was an old guy in his sixties and old fashioned in his ways. He liked all his staff to be smartly dressed at work. One of his mottos was ‘Judge a man by the shoes he wears’. If he looked after his shoes he had pride that surely reflects in everything including his job. The vacancy was for an office junior, ideal for someone nearing the end of their studies but wanted experience in the workplace. Unlike other interviews that would be staggered throughout the day Mr Smith wanted all candidates to attend at the same time. He could inspect their footwear before interviewing them, quickly eliminating anyone by the standard of their shoes.
There where five potential candidates, all males in their early twenties. First to arrive was Jake, 23, he was 6ft with short dark hair wearing a grey suit and black loafers. The secretary took his details and his C.V. she then asked him for his shoes. “What!” he said. “Mr Smith likes to inspect would be employees shoes, it gives him an impression of their owners” said the secretary. He reluctantly slipped off his loafers and handed them over. He was then asked to go wait in the corridor until called for. He left the secretary’s office and sat down in the corridor feeling uncomfortable as people walked by seeing him in his black socks. As he waited he watched another man walk along the corridor and enter the secretary’s office. His name was Nick, 25, blond shoulder length hair wearing light grey trousers and white shirt with grey tie and laced brown shoes. He left the office wearing light grey trousers, white shirt with grey tie but no shoes, he displayed a pink blushing face as he sat down near to Jake in his striped grey and black socks. Matt walked along the corridor in his blue suit and brown Oxford Brogues, he was also 25 with short fair hair. He saw Jake and Nick sitting in their socks, he thought it rather odd seeing two men sat there shoeless as he walked in to see the secretary. After giving his details he asked the secretary why there was two men sat outside the office in their socks. “Waiting to be interviewed” she said. “I need you to give me your shoes too” she added. “No way” said Matt. She insisted he give up his shoes or there would be no interview. Eventually he gave in to her demand and undid his laces, removed his shoes, handed them over and was instructed to join the others in the corridor. He walked out of the office and the two guys stared at his grey socked feet as he sat next to them. People constantly passed, they tried to hide their shoeless feet as far under their seats as possible. Paul was fourth to arrive, 20 years old, 5ft 10ft he was wearing a charcoal grey suit with old black leather brogues. He too stared at the guys sat in their socks as he entered the office, they reminded him of his school days sat outside the headteachers office, punished by having his shoes confiscated. His memories where further reignited as he exited the secretary’s office without his shoes. He sat next to the other guys in his black socks feeling like a naughty schoolboy once again. Finally the last guy arrived, Greg was 21, he walked along the corridor in beige trousers, blue shirt and tie, grey jacket and black loafers with toggles. He looked at the other guys, stared at their socked feet and had laughed at them as he entered the office. “Hope he’s here for an interview, the smug bastard” said Jake. “He won’t be laughing when he joins us” said Matt.
Greg handed his CV over to the Secretary and asked who where the clowns outside without shoes. His smug face changed when he was told to join them after he hands over his shoes. He reluctantly removed his shoes, gave them to the Secretary and walked out, the others sat there now with smug faces as he walked past them, red faced, in his beige socks and sat next to Matt.
The secretary gathered all the shoes and took them into the managers office and neatly placed them on a side table ready for inspection by Mr Smith. After his inspection and reading of the candidates CV’s the interviews where about to commence.
Jake was called into Mr Smiths office first. He walked shoeless in his suit and was asked to take a seat, he glanced over at the desk displaying his and the others shoes. He sat on a chair in the middle of the room, he felt the interview went well, he was then asked to collect his shoes from the table, he had to discuss his footwear. He was then asked to place his shoes back on the table and return to the other candidates. He walked back to the corridor in his socks. He told the others he must of given a good interview as he kept his shoes meaning he had to go back in again later for a further interview and to collect his shoes. Next went Nick, he also returned shoeless after his interview. In Matt’s interview he was asked about his brogues, he told Mr Smith they where new for the interview as his other dress shoes where scruffy for an interview. He too was asked to put them back on the table, he left the room shoeless. Paul looked over at everyones shoes as he entered the interview room. Nearly all new, some scuffed but none as old and worn as his black leather brogues. He told Mr Smith he had never been interviewed in his socks before and joked that it was like being back in the Headteachers office for punishment. He too picked up his shoes and described them as being old but wouldn’t buy any until they dropped of his feet. Expensive when new and he was gonna get his money’s worth out of them. He was asked to put them on and leave. He was told they’d be in touch to let him know about the job. The others saw him leave, “Never mind” said Greg as he waited for his interview. Greg was finally summonsed into his interview. He walked in his beige socks and sat in the middle of the room. He felt the interview wasn’t great but after being asked to return to the others shoeless he felt he’d done better than Paul who had gone home.
“I must of done well as he’s kept my shoes too” gloated Greg as he sat back down in the corridor in his socked feet. Jake sat there thinking how on earth can grown men be sat shoeless in a corridor and happy knowing somebody has kept their shoes from them. The four men sat there watching everyone go by staring at their shoeless feet for over an hour. Eventually the secretary asked them all to return to Mr Smiths office. They all walked back into the office in their socked feet, their shoes where no longer on the table. After another half hour Mr Smith returned and announced the vacancy had been filled but not by any of them. He explained that Paul got the job because although his shoes where old and worn he looked after them and understood the value of money. He told Jake that loafers where for lazy people, Nick was told his brown shoes where unprofessional and scuffed, no effort to polish them because they’re brown. Matt’s Oxford Brogues would of been better in black and buying new instead of cleaning old shoes shows no effort. “Who on earth wheres toggles on their shoes” said Mr Smith to Greg “Not businesslike and loafers too” he continued. “You’ve wasted our time” said Greg “You could of told us this in our interviews”. Mr Smith replied “You wasted my time coming here without putting in any effort, I would suggest next time you go into an interview you try harder at dressing better and wear shoes that are appropriate for the job”.
“Where are our inappropriate shoes” said Matt. They where told to collect them from reception on their way out. The four men rode the lift in their socks and waited in reception for Mr Smiths secretary to bring them an hour later. They had spent most of the day in an office block shoeless and where still jobless when they left the building.

Shoeless Salesman – part 1

Author – Shoeless Guy

My grandma decided it was time to clear out all my late grandfather’s belongings and give them to charity. I had stayed over to help her and had carried all the boxes to the hallway ready for collection by the charity shop. My grandma asked if I could wait until the charity had collected everything as she had to go out.
After an hour the doorbell rang, It wasn’t the charity standing outside in the rain but two young men in suits. “Can I help?” I asked. They where window salesman “We are here about the windows” they said. I assumed my grandma had arranged the appointment and forgot. I apologised as they where carrying frame samples and knew they had walked a considerable distance as this was a ‘residents permit parking’ area. They where quite persistent and feeling guilty about their wasted journey I let them in out of the rain. “You can wait in the sitting room but first please remove your shoes and leave them here in the hallway. Grandma’s rules” I insisted as I pointed at my own socked feet. The dark haired guy just slipped off his shiny black loafers with his feet whilst the fair haired guy stood like a stalk on one leg to untie each lace and carefully pulling his black Brogues off his black socked feet. They walked into the sitting room in their socks. They insisted on showing their samples, “It’s grandma’s house not mine” I said, but they did so anyway. After two hours they where still sitting on the sofa when the telephone rang in the hallway. I excused myself and left the room closing the door and picked up the phone. My grandma said she’d be at her friends house until later because of the rain, I explained that the window salesmen had been waiting for hours, “What salesmen? ” she asked. Whilst talking on the phone I’d been placing the salesmens shoes on and off my socked feet without realising. Both pairs of shoes fitted quite well and looked good on my feet. I finished trying on their shoes and returned to the sitting room and told them my grandma knew nothing of their visit and asked them to leave. “We haven’t wasted two hours to leave without a potential sale” said the fair haired guy in an aggressive tone. Just then the doorbell rang, It was the charity coming to collect the boxes. “Take everything in the hallway and close the door when you’re done” I told them and returned to the sitting room to see both shoeless salesmen still sitting there. They insisted I call my grandma and demand she come back, their demands where infuriating.
Eventually their insistence relented, I left them to pack up their stuff then they headed to the hallway. They looked around scratching their heads “OK where are our shoes” said one of them. I looked at the empty hallway floor. The fair haired salesman said “Is this a joke? You want us to leave but you’ve hidden our shoes” I explained about the charity boxes and they must of mistakenly taken their shoes as well. They demanded I contact the charity to return their shoes, I refused and told them the charity shop location and suggested they could buy their shoes back because saying they donated them by mistake would be far fetched even if they arrived shoeless. I jokingly said they could tell the charity shop “We gave up our shoes for donation then realised we need them ourselves” They both asked to loan a pair of my shoes, I reminded them I didn’t live here and only had the shoes I arrived in. I opened the door. “Our car is parked a mile from here, you expect us to walk in our socks” they argued.”If you had left when first asked you’d be walking in your shoes” I told them to leave. They stepped outside shoeless, fortunately it had stopped raining and the path was dry except for small puddles which they hobbled around in their socked feet. I shouted “The charity will appreciate your donation” then I closed the door and went to the kitchen and put on my own Nike trainers. I grabbed my back pack and bicycle, wheeled it through the hallway and stopped at the stair cupboard and retrieved from it one pair of shiny black loafers and one pair of black Brogues. I placed them in my back pack and headed for the front door. Nice work I thought, two pairs of shoes for starting my new job next week.
“Have a nice day” I said to the shoeless salesmen as I cycled past with their shoes.

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!