Neighbourhood nightmare

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!

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Girlfriends brother stole my shoes

Author – InugamyBarghest

A few weeks ago, my girlfriend and her brother visited my apartment. He is 11 years old and he is a nice guy, I am in the living room talking about everyday things, which amused me and my girlfriend, but her brother did not, I saw in his face the infinite boredom. I proposed to go to my bedroom to play video games because I have an old Ps3 and a few games (my old and reliable ps3 = D), without thinking he accept, turned on my TV and my console, closed the door so it will not disturb, and. .. I went to my girlfriend to chat about interesting things. 😏😎

Pass the time and it was time to leave, my girlfriend had a test the next day and I had to finish reviewing some subjects. She shouted to her brother from the living room to leave, she said goodbye. the apartment was for me alone again, I cleaned a little as usual, when I went to my bedroom, everything was normal but I felt a peculiar smell of feet that was not mine, I began to suspect, I looked for the source of the smell, when I Count, among my shoes I found a pair of nike shoes a little used, they were from my girlfriend’s brother, at that time I was wondering. If your shoes were in my room, how did he go home? I was missing.They were some vans shoes, when I found out I exploded in fury.

Few hours passed and I found myself on the sofa watching the news. Then I got a text message, it was from my girlfriend, she said:

“Thanks for lending me your vans, I explained to my sister, that you lent me your shoes, they fit me well so I’ll wear them for a while = P Bye” 

Damn bastard! I exclaimed. 

Finally the boy stayed with my vans shoes, fortunately we have the same size of feet. I usually use his nikes shoes to go jogging, they are very comfortable, and they smell great! 😁

Shuttle bus Shoeless

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.

Car service nightmare part 2

Author – Shoelover

Today I was in school and I didn’t have the car on me today so my mom dropped me off. I called up a different car service because I had a bad experience last time with a creepy driver who stole my sneakers. So I waited for the car to come and I got into the back seat, because I don’t want to experience the same situation like before. I wore my shiny white socks, blue jeans, new nikes, and a pink hoodie. I didn’t get a clear view of the driver because he wore sunglasses and a Boston Red Sox cap but I hoped he didn’t mind the smell of my sweaty socks when I took my sneakers off hehe. As he was driving, my sneakers were in the well below me and I lied down in the back seat. We stopped short and my sneakers slid from the well in front of me, under the seat in front of me, and ended up next to the driver. I was timid and slightly embarrassed of what to say so I decided that when I got out of the car I will ask him to pass my sneakers. So as I told the guy where to drop me off he said there’s a policy to pay before I get out. I heard his voice and it sounded so familiar. He took his sunglasses and cap off and turned to me and said, “Remember me?” I broke into a cold, because now I’m vulnerable in white socks and my new nikes are next to him in the well below. So I asked for my sneakers back from the other day and the ones that fell where you are. He said , “I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll give you the sneakers back but you have to pay me 150 bucks for them and the ride. I was in a state of shock and I said I don’t have that money on me, then he said “oh that’s too bad sweetheart, you know what, now I’ll have to take you on a joyride. So he revved up his car and sped through the streets while I was screaming. He stopped his car by a run down neighborhood , he got out of the car and I saw him wearing my other nikes from the other day, and he grabbed me by my feet and legs and said “get out of my car”. There I was stranded in a bad neighborhood with my shiny white socks, blue jeans, and a hot pink hoodie. I eventually found a bus back home, and all the people on the bus were snickering at me when I was scrunching or wriggling my socked feet. It was kind of embarrassing but I felt excited hehehe. Next time I’m taking an Uber and not some sketchy car service.

Car service nightmare

Author – shoelover

Whenever I have to take car service I usually take my sneakers off and prop my white socked feet on the dashboard. Tonight I had a creepy driver to take me to my destination. He asked me where I got my shoes and socks, and then I awkwardly answered where I got them. I quickly slipped my feet back into my Nikes because he was staring at them while we were at a red light. We then arrived to the destination, so I was just about to reach for my money and then I realized I didn’t have any money on me. I apologized to him for not having money and asked if I could pay him another way and he said no.  Then he locked the doors on me and said “ Actually you can pay me by giving me your nikes.” I said “no they’re my only shoes” but he said “Then I will have you arrested. So give them to me and I’ll let you go.” I quickly kicked them off and threw them to him. He unlocked the doors and I jumped out of the car and thought to myself that I will never see my sneakers again.

Accidental arrest

Author – Unlucky Lad

Kev left school at sixteen and as soon as he could he left home. Now at nineteen he lives in a neighbouring town in a bedsit, working at a DIY store, pay isn’t good but he manages and importantly he has his independence. To save money he walks to work and frequently cuts through the local park as a short cut. 

One day whilst walking to work through the park he got stopped by a young man in his early twenties who asked what size where his shoes. Kev said they where a size 9 and asked him why? Do you fancy swapping shoes asked the man who was wearing a fairly new pair of Reebok classics, this puzzled Kev as his where an old pair of white Nikes which where well worn. The guy was quite insistent and seemed quite hurried, not to miss an opportunity and no money to buy a new pair Kev agreed. They sat on a bench and kicked off their shoes and swapped. The guy quickly put on Kevs trashed trainers, he said ‘cheers mate’ and ran off. Kev put on his newly acquired pair of trainers, they looked quite new except for the thin layer of mud around the soles, he could not believe his luck and continued his walk to work.

It was nearing the end of a long day at work. Regularly the store got shoplifters and today was no exception. He caught sight of a lad acting suspiciously in the tool section of the store and noticed him placing an expensive set of drill bits down the back of his jeans. He was slightly older but that didn’t deter Kev from stopping him if he attempted to leave without paying. He followed the suspected shoplifter to the exit doors, the lad looked back and seen Kev behind him and started to run, Kev gave chase and quickly rugby tackled the lad to the ground in the car park. After a struggle he took the lad back inside to the managers office. The manager phoned the police and they detained the lad until they arrived. A policeman arrived and arrested the lad, Kev was asked if he could go to the police station with them to make a statement and retrieve the stolen item. The manager said to just bring it back tomorrow and get off home after attending the police station. This suited Kev as the police station was on the way home meaning a shorter walk, he quickly went to the staff room, removed his overalls and put his coat on over his white T shirt and jeans and changed out of his work shoes into his newly acquired trainers. He had to get in the back of the police car with the shoplifter. The policeman couldn’t use his radio as there was a problem with police communications and computer equipment. Upon arrival at the station the gate was opened manually by another police officer. The PC got out of the car and spoke to the other officer, he then opened the car door and both Kev and the shoplifter got out. He said that he needed to go straight out again on an emergency and the other officer would take over. ‘Shoplifting at the DIY store’ he said to the other officer as he jumped back in his car and drove off.

‘Follow me’ said the new officer, Kev had never been in a police station before and was excited to see what happens inside. They went to a door that displayed ‘Custody Suite’ on a sign. Kev was told to wait outside in a holding area while the shoplifter continued through the door. Ten minutes later Kev was asked to follow the officer through the same door as the shoplifter previously. They walked to a counter, on the other side a police sergeant asked Kev if he knew why he was here, ‘Of course’ said Kev. He was asked to empty his pockets onto the counter and remove his coat and belt, it was a bit unusual thought Kev but assumed it was for security reasons. He was then told to remove his shoes so he could be searched, he kicked of his shoes and felt the cold floor through his socks, he obeyed an instruction to lean forward with hands on the counter while the officer did a pat down of his body including his socked feet. Kev said ‘It’s a bit over the top for just making a statement’ He put his shoes back on and was told he’d been arrested for shoplifting. ‘No, I work at the store and caught the other guy, I’m here to make a statement and take back the stolen goods’ said Kev ‘Ask the officer who brought us here’. He’s out on an emergency and our radios are down. We are having to manually book detainees in also as the computer system is down’ said the sergeant. ‘Ring the store and my boss will tell you who I am’ begged Kev. The sergeant tried, ‘no answer’ he said. The store was now closed. You’ll have to stay here until the arresting PC returns. ‘What’ said Kev, ‘I’ve never been arrested before’, ‘we don’t know that without a computer’ said the sergeant. He was taken to the cells, walking along the detention block corridor he could see shoes outside each cell door, he recognised the Adidas trainers the shoplifter had been wearing, further along he recognised another pair, a trashed pair of white Nikes, his Nikes he’d swapped earlier today. He was stopped outside an open cell and was told to remove his shoes, he did so, again feeling the cold floor as walked inside the cell in his socked feet and the door locked behind him. In the cell was a blue mat on the floor and a toilet. He sat on the mat and thought, what on earth has just happened, arrested and sat in a locked cell with all my belongings and shoes confiscated. He stared at his socked feet and began to find it all thrilling and exciting being detained in a police cell against his will. At least he’d be freed in the morning and perhaps he might get the day off work for his troubles. He smiled as he fell asleep.

The next morning he heard the cell door open, he’d not slept much by the excitement of being ‘locked up’. The officer told him to follow him back to the custody desk. He left the cell, his shoes where missing from outside so followed the officer in his socks to the desk noticing half the shoes that where outside cells where gone, presumably their owners had been released including the shoplifter as his shoes where gone also. But his old white Nikes where still there outside a locked cell. At the desk he anticipated an apology but it did not come. The sergeant said ‘As per police procedure all prisoners shoes are checked against any shoeprints found at any crime scene. He lifted up a clear plastic bag with evidence written on it and inside where Kevs trainers. Your shoes where found to match footprints at a dwelling where a serious incident occurred yesterday morning. You are therefore arrested on suspicion of burglary and serious assault. Take him back to the cells. The door locked behind him, he sat on the mat and stared at his shoeless feet only this time he wasn’t thrilled and excited about being locked up he was petrified.

Losing shoes

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.