Author – David
Last autumn I was feeling a bit down in the dumps so I booked myself a holiday in Cyprus, flying out from London Heathrow. I traveled to London by train, then got the tube train to the airport. I had to change lines and there was some delay on the last line and things were running a bit late. When the train came in there was a crush to get on and someone stepped on my heel and my shoe came off and fell down the side of the platform. I was already a bit late but I had to let the train go and try to get my shoe back. An employee looked along the track but said that there was no shoe there; maybe it went off with the train! I stood on the platform with sand coloured socks and one, left, dark brown shoe. I got the next train and dashed to the check in where they told me that the last call had been made and I should run. One of the staff came with me and hurried me through security, then I ran for what seemed like miles and got to the gate and onto the plane. The door was closed behind me and I was shown to my seat by a male flight attendant who said loudly “Have you lost your shoe?” So half the passengers knew
I arrived in Cyprus on a Saturday evening. No shops open until Monday! So I stayed around the hotel. Then on Monday morning I walked into the town wearing the left shoe and went to a shoe shop. The owner was amused that I had walked there with one shoe, and was surprised that I wanted to keep the odd shoe. I brought it back with me and have kept it as a reminder of a stressful but exciting trip. I sometimes wear just the one for fun!
Author – David
I went on a coach trip to Amsterdam with a couple of friends. It was an overnight journey there, and back, and we were there for three days. We did most of the things that visitors do in Amsterdam and had a good time. The last afternoon we probably had a bit more to drink than was good for us and decided to go on an early evening boat trip round the canals. All very interesting. We got back just as it was getting dark. Getting off the boat I stumbled and my right loafer came off and before I could do anything one of my friends kicked it over the side. It floated for a bit, but before I could try to retrieve it it sank. We only had about twenty minutes to get to the bus station to get the coach home so there was no time to try to get some new shoes although some shops were still open. With a lot of teasing from my friends I came all the way back to London wearing one black loafer and a blue sock. The most embarrassing (exciting!) part was at the French customs. We all had to get out and go through the customs hall and have our bags scanned. I walked through in my socks carrying my shoe. One of the customs officials looked at my feet and said “No shoes mister?” I showed him my one shoe and told him that I had lost the other one. He took the shoe from me and passed it through the scanner, then reluctantly gave it back to me. I put it on and went back to the coach. My problem wasn’t over. I then had to do the same for the English customs, and when the coach arrived in London I had to get a train home. A lot of people noticed that one foot didn’t have a shoe; some were amused and as I got on the train one man said “You’ve lost you shoe” and people looked at my odd feet. It was all very exciting! I have only just discovered your site and find it very interesting.