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.
Author – Debbie
When I first joined my sorority in college, the older sisters would teach you how to play poker. The only catch was that the pledges had to take a shot each time they lost. Of course this lead to all of the pledges usually losing all of their money to begin with. Then we were required to bet clothes, shoes, and whatever our sisters wanted from us.
I remember betting and losing my new white canvas Keds. The other pledges also lost their sneakers. We left barefooted and broke. Nikki was particularly unlucky and lost ALL of her shoes and clothes. After the game, the winning sisters emptied Nikki’s closet! But Nikki had the last laugh as her sneakers spread athlete’s foot throughout the sisters. lol.
Author – Kevin
When I was visiting a friend in Port Moresby, Papua,New Guinea, I met two teachers, man and wife, who owned a 60ft 2 masted sailing ketch. They told me that in the school holidays they were going to sail it down to Sydney, where I live. They said they would contact me when they arrived, which they did. They invited me to dinner on board with them and there was going to be a party on board afterwards. I arrived at the harbour as arranged, but I hadn’t thought about not being able to wear street shoes on board so I had to take my loafers off and be in socks. After dinner a lot of people arrived and of course everyone had to take shoes off. So there was an area up on the deck at the bow full of shoes of all kinds. The party continued until after midnight and as people were starting to leave one guy was really drunk and tripped and fell onto the shoes scattering them in all directions. At least eight went over the side into the water. A couple of them were fished out but most were lost for ever. I had a look for my loafers but could only find the right one; the left one must have gone to a watery grave. I immediately started to get aroused at the thought of going home wearing one shoe. Or should I just ditch the shoe and walk in my socks? I decided that it was more exciting to wear the one shoe so I walked all the way through the city with a right black loafer and a light blue sock. It felt wonderful!
Author – Melissa
I rode the tram into London. On this particular day I was headed downtown to walk around and the sights. Maybe do some shopping but I was a little low on money so I wasn’t sure. I stepped on to the train around mid morning wearing red high top chucks with yellow bobby socks. I didn’t tie my shoes often and sometimes it would result in my losing one or both of my shoes during every day tasks. One day it was so bad I tripped and lost my shoe and when I went to look for it I couldn’t find it. I was going to be late for work so left it. Another time I fumbled my shoe during a meeting for work while I was dangling and it landed right in the general managers view. My bare stocking foot was showing the whole rest of the meeting. Let’s just I never have good luck with my shoes. And today, going to London was no exception . The tram ride was terrible but my feet hurt from the night before so I took both my shoes off almost immediately after boarding . I left them kind of near isle . People looked in disbelief at my socked soles and my errant shoes. One boy passing my seat brushed by kicking one of them out into the isle. I had to grab it before it got to far away or someone picked up for there own liking . I quickly scooped up my shoes now lieing a few rows down under a seat. I slid my loose shoes back on and made my way back to my seat. Soon I got off at my stop. I had quite a few blocks to cover before I got where I needed to be. Sadly the tram didn’t go all the way I was headed . I didn’t mind . I liked the walk . Some of the parts I walked threw were a bit run down and I got some stares from locals that may not have been the nicest . I kept walking and soon caught notice of 3 girls in leather jackets and bulky leather boots. The kinds that made your stocking feet smell like wet leather and foot sweat. I turned a corner and started up the next block an they had started to get closer . I didn’t have really much of value except my purse and a few dollars. I wasn’t to worried but they persued and finally caught up. Pulling my arm and jerking me back. They interrogated and asked me where I was from. I lived outside the city and that’s all they needed to know. The one in front , big , well all three of these girls were pretty tall and seemed in shape; she asked me if I had anything to give for being on her block. She was just tryin to bully me because I didn’t look from around there I think. I shrugged it off and tryed to leave but she yanked my purse from me . She asked me what else I had and I said nothing. She said she liked my shoes and had the other girls pick me up by my arms while she bent down and yanked my chucks off. As I felt the breeze hit my socked foot as I was let back down on to the pavement by the two girls . I felt super embarrassed jus standing in front of them in my socks as one of the girls held my purse around her shoulder and both of my shoes in one hand. She then asked me what I was looking at and told me to star walking . I couldn’t believe I was jus mugged for my shoes and purse. I padded up the sidewalk in my socks a few blocks and looked back as they all stared and hadn’t moved . I spent the rest of the day in my bobby socks trying to get home . Never saw those girls or my purse or shoes again . Check out my socks here
Author – Alex
Yesterday I was visiting my friend. He lives in another town and I had to travel by bicycle and train. When I arrived we sat down and talked and made fun about the things we did in the past time. At some moment another guy came by to visit him, by surprise. He sat down to and we talked for a while with eachother. I had noticed that this guy was watching my shoes every now and then. Suddenly he said; nice shoes you’re wearing and I said; thanks. He asked me if I would sell them. I said you’re joking? They were very old nike’s but still looking good. He offered me $50 and I was surprised and looked at my friend. He just looked at me like he didn’t know. I got a little uncomfertable and asked why he wants to buy my shoes. He only said; because Il like them. Well? Do we have a deal? He said. I got a little cold and warm because I realised if I sell him my shoes I had to go home in socks but at the same time I felt little excited too. I made him an offer for $70, I thought that would be too much but to my surprise he said okay, deal. I was again surprised. He pulled the money from his pocket and said; here it is, can I have the shoes now? There was nothng else left for me to do but take my shoes off and hand them over. My friend was only laughing, and I was kind of speachless. We sat there for a while longer and at some time this guy said; well I have to go now. He picked up my shoes and left. At first I couldn’t believe it that he really left with my shoes but when my friend turned back empty handed I knew I had to go home in my white socked feet. My friend walked me to the station and I got some strange looks from the people around. At first I felt ashamed but along the way I got little excited…