At the bar

Author – Sockboy

Some time ago I was in this bar with some friends having a drink and some fun. I was wearing my new sneakers that day. At some point in the evening one of them asked me, hey are those new sneakers on your feet? I said yes, you like them? And I showed them of a little. Then he said, I don’t know, are they real Nike’s or are they fake? I said, fake? no man they are real Nike’s. Then he said, let me see the label on the inside so I can see if they are not fake. The others laughed and said, yeah take your shoe off and let us see. I didn’t know what they were up to at that moment so I took my left sneaker off and showed them. The guy next to me grabbed it off my hand and said, let me see and started inspecting it. Then one said, you let us see the left one but what about the right one? I said, what about it? Well he said, maybe that is the fake one, you show us that one too. I felt something coming up but I thought, they’re my friends, what can happen? I was sitting on a barstool and my feet didn’t touch the floor so my white socks wouldn’t get dirty, I thought… I  took the right shoe off and showed that one to. In a moment that shoe was off my hands to and went around. Then one of them said, the drinks are almost empty, who’s turn is it to get some new? We were looking at eachother and then one guy said, it’s your turn, is it? I said yeah but I’m not going in socks. He said, you will have to because we are still inspecting your footwear and we are thirsty. I looked around the bar that was crowded and the floor but I couldn’t see if it was very dirty. I said come on guys, give me my shoes back, I’m wearing white socks. The guy on the other side of the table looked at me and said, I don’t care, just get us some drinks and they were all laughing. I looked around again and I saw I had to cross almost half the bar to get the drinks. Then I pulled myself together and said, okay, I get something to drink. I got up and went to the bartender and ordered the drinks. On my way there it felt like everybody was watching me but I didn’t care. When I got back with the drinks I couldn’t see this one guy who had my shoes and I asked, where is he? I was searching for my shoes at the same time, but I didn’t see them. Wheres my shoes, I said but everybody was laughing and then one of them said, I think he went out for a smoke. I said, with my shoes? This guy said, I don’t know. And they were laughing again. I sat down again to drink and wait for him to come back. After some minutes I said, guys where has he gone? One of them said, maybe he’s gone home. I was still in my socked feet and thought, this can’t be true. I tried to look through the window but I didn’t see him anywhere. The glasses were empty again and one of my friends said, let’s go somewhere else. I said, what about me? I can’t go anywhere like this. He said, I’m afraid you have to because he said he went to this other bar and wait there for us. I didn’t believe him at first but then they got up and said come on we’re leaving. There was nothing left for me to do but follow them. We had to walk about 2 miles to this other bar and when we got there this ‘missing’ friend sat there laughing with my sneakers on the table. He said, hey, I checked them and I believe now they are no fake’s. And they were laughing again. I took my shoes off the table and put them on again. We had a few more drinks and laughs and went home again…