Author – shoelover
So I was wearing my old nikes when I sneaked in an apartment building one day. I wanted to be very daring and leave my shoes behind and see if they are still there when I got back. So I walked around in my sheer thin white socks and I got some catcalls from a few people saying “Ooh baby you lookin so hot in those socks, where are your shoes?” I paid no attention and I kept walking around. Then I was thinking “Oh my, what if my shoes were taken by them hehehe”. I quickly ran across the tiled floor and they were not where I left them. I got spooked because here I was in a apartment building in my socks with no proper footwear and then I saw the catcaller with my sneakers in his hand. I tried running after him but he was too quick and I lost sight of where he went. I was so embarrassed but excited now because I had to walk around a deserted neighborhood in my bare socked feet. Then a homeless person with a knife saw me along the way in my socks and asked me if he could have them. I freaked out pulled my socks off and ran as fast as I could, it was bad enough I lost my shoes and now my socks too!
Author – Shoelover
Today I went on the ferry bus shuttle and naturally I took my black Nike sneakers off because they were hurting my feet from walking in them all day. As I lied down on the cushioned seat, I paid no attention to the people ahead of me or behind me. Even if they did give me weird looks as I displayed my white socked feet hehe. Then the driver stopped short and my sneakers rolled to the front of the bus. I got nervous where they rolled to but I decided to look for them after the bus ride and when I looked around to the area where I thought they were,there was no sight of them! I got really excited now because now I had to walk to the ferry and walk around in my socks in unfamiliar parts of the city. It was embarrassing and I got a lot of snickers as I was walking around. I do have a funny suspicion the shuttle driver took my sneakers though.
Author – Andrzej
On the anniversary of the naming of my school, there were performances of students. The oldest class played a short humorous art, and from my class, four girls and I were to perform the dance. (we all belong to the dance group). We had costumes – me, the only boy in our five, white shirt and trousers, girls – white blouses, skirts and tights. We also wore white ballet shoes. Our performance was very popular with the audience, but unfortunately, not everything was as it should be. Just in the world, during the dance I lost my right ballet shoe – and I had to finish the dance with one foot completely bare. And, of course, everyone in my school, teachers and other pupils, could saw me dancing with one shoe. I was very embarrassed.
Author – Ben
One time at school the entire class including the teacher went into a studio room with a no shoes policy and we had to all remove our shoes. I was wearing black socks with my only pair of shoes, which were worn, loose white Nike sneakers. As I stepped out of my sneakers, I watched the teacher slip off his brown loafers, leaving him in light grey socks. I had an urge to do something to those shoes because I wanted to see him walk around in socks in public, so I excused myself to go to the toilet, went out, slid his shoes on, grabbed my sneakers, and walked into the courtyard. His loafers were size 10 which was a size bigger than my sneakers so they slipped off my feet as I walked. Then I abandoned them in the courtyard, put my own sneakers back on, and returned to the studio. Unfortunately, one of the girls had seen what I did and she told the teacher what happened to his shoes. He acted like he wasn’t bothered and continued with the lesson. It finally ended and I couldn’t wait to get back into my Nikes, so I walked out the door. However as I was putting them on, the teacher came around and told me to give my shoes to him, since I had taken his. I refused and hurriedly tried to slip my shoes back on, but he was faster and grabbed my sneakers before I could wear them. He undid my laces and put my shoes on. I got hot and cold at the same time as I watched him wearing my shoes and walking away. I ran after him in my socks, desperate to get my sneakers back, but I knew it was hopeless. In a desperate attempt to get my sneakers back I even went back to the courtyard in my socks to look for my teacher’s loafers, but they had already been taken. I had no choice but to go home in my socks.
The next day I came to school wearing socks and no shoes since those Nike sneakers were my only pair, and I almost cried when I saw my teacher still wearing them as he walked into class. At the end of the lesson I went up to his table and begged for my shoes back. “These are very comfortable sneakers” he said. I replied “yes they are” and he asked “but they aren’t your shoes anymore, these shoes are mine now”. I literally begged him to give me my sneakers back but he refused and told me that he would be wearing these shoes until he bought a new pair.
I had to go without shoes for another couple days before I finally got them back.
Author – Leo
This is now a bit of ancient history, but I still feel guilty about it.
Some years ago I was getting a train to go to Dover to get a ferry to Calais en route for Holland. It was fairly busy and there were several people in front of me waiting to get on the train. A young guy was in front of me and as he stepped up onto the train I lifted my suitcase to put it on. Unfortunately I was a bit too quick and caught the back of his foot. His shoe came off and fell, you guessed it, right between the platform and the train. He was frantic at the thought of travelling through to Italy with one shoe. I asked him to take my case on board while I went to find someone who could help. I found someone very quickly and explained the situation. He said that he couldn’t do anything about it as the train was about to leave. Very helpful. I ran back to the train and saw a group of people seeing someone off and one of them had an umbrella. I asked if I could borrow it for a minute and he let me have it. I went to where the shoe was and hooked it up with the handle of the umbrella. The look of relief on the students face was amazing! He was so pleased that he kissed me, which was most embarrassing. The train started to move before he could put the shoe on! I had noticed that the shoe was a Timberland loafer and in my size too. I would love to have been able to try it on!
Author – David in the UK
A couple of years ago I was in Paris on holiday and used the Metro to get around. In some of the stations I noticed that there were odd shoes on the track and, surprisingly, most of them wee men’s shoes of various kinds. I wondered how anyone managed to lose a shoe on the Metro.
The next year I had to visit a client in London and used the Underground. Going home in the rush hour crush I was getting on a train and the guy behind me hit my heel with a large, heavy, sports holdall and I felt my shoe come off. It fell onto the platform but before I could get off the train, against the crush, it was kicked over the edge of the platform. I was not pleased. I had to go to the supervisors office, with one shoe, and report it. Fortunately a staff member was able to get my shoe up with a hook on a pole and I was reunited with my loafer.
A week ago I wasn’t so lucky. I was in London again to meet an old friend for a drink, but at the last minute he wasn’t able to meet me in the centre so we decided that I would go to his place which was way out at Hanger Lane. The evening went too quickly and I realised that if I would get the late train home I would have to get an uderground train pretty quickly, I dashed to the station just as the train came in. Running down the stairs to the platform with another guy behind me I stumbled and we collided. I lost my left shoe but didn’t notice it until i got on the train. There was no time to go back so I just carried on.I felt OK until I had to change trains. Then I noticed that people were looking at my odd feet and I felt very embarrassed. The same thing at the main train station.
Reading the stories on your site it seems that some guys find it exciting losing shoes; I didn’t. I found it most humiliating and embarrassing; but it did prompt me to find this site, which I do find interesting!
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.