Uncle Henry pt2

Author – Speedy

First, a bit of background.

My Dad and Mom were divorced by the time i was born, in fact i use my Mom’s family name.
Dad has one older boy from another previous marriage, and he has twin boys about twenty months younger than me from a third wife, Maggie. I go to Dad on weekend’s sometimes – often with James – and i find Maggie a really pleasant and generous person.
Mr. Henry is dad’s brother, but as i use a different name, most people don’t realize the connection between us.

So Dad’s older boy, Will, was getting married, and James and i were invited. Problem is i had priceless little to wear. in the end mom bought me a grey blazer and a matching tie, which i was wearing with a white shirt and my school trousers and shoes. By way of comparison, Maggie’s twin boys were outfitted in white Tuxedo’s and trousers, bow ties, and gorgeous party shoes.
their shoes: https://www.sportsdirect.com/firetrap-savoy-junior-shoes-093110?colcode=09311003

So there we are by the wedding. They had rented a pub, so there was a bar with unlimited drinks, all sorts of cocktails and spiked punches and who knows what. As the evening went along a couple of people became rowdy, and the bar staff politely escorted them outside. One person started screaming racist slurs at people around them, but the staff very capably handled it. There was also a DJ with various dances going on etc…

Upstairs there was a “bridal suite” which had one way glass looking over the pub, and opened on a balcony, which then led down wide sweeping stairs to the middle of the pub, next to the dance floor. At the right moment Will had come down with his bride, having signed the registar’s book in the suite. There was a banister about five feet high round the stairway, with a lower railing. So James and i, along with Maggie’s boys were running up the stairs and sliding down the banister , climbing over the end and using it as a pole, and then running back up.
One time as i come down, my uncle Mr. Henry was at the bottom. He was giggling like a small child and clearly under the influence of way too much alcohol, and as I approached, he put down his glass on the end of the banister, and he grabbed my foot, opened the velcro straps and pulled off my shoe, and then reached out for the other one.
Before i knew was what happening a small crowd had gathered, with Mr. Henry announcing between giggles, “This is what we do to Speedy in school.”
He then lifted a cake of a raised stand and placed my shoes there, for all to see.
In the meantime i was stuck on my perch, because the only way down was over the end of banister, and his glass was there. Meanwhile Maggie’s twins had come flying behind me with James, and their weight was on me, while a crowd had gathered round.
Next thing i knew, the video guy saw a commotion and came along. He asked what was going on, and when he heard, he promptly suggested to Mr. Henry to put my shoes on my feet and take them off a second time for the camera. Mr. Henry complied, but in his drunken state it took him a few times to get them on my feet. the vidoegrapher reached in and tightened them, while Mr. Henry started again opening the velcro and taking them off. he announced again “This is what we do to Speedy in school.” and then said “In fact they are in perfect condiitons, because speedy never gets to wear them!” He reached to put them back on the cakestand and announced “In fact they are so new and clean that the teacher even puts them on his desk”
He proceeded to take the shoes off maggie’s boys, – their laces were long open, – briefly commenting on their nice new shoes. They also started giggling, i think they had a little bit of alcohol too. James school shoes were next.
Then he reached for my socks “in fact Speedy actually does sports barefoot.” Thankfully someone moved his glass so i was able to get down before that happened.
Meanwhile everyone around started asking questions. “Do you really have to take your shoes off in school?” “don’t you have trainers for sports?” etc… [i do have trainers, but if you lose your shoes they don’t let you wear trainers either]

Eventually Mr. Henry decided he is taking our shoes to his car, to give to the principal in the morning. the whole crowd followed him, so next i knew he was outside. followed by four boys, me in black socks, James in grey socks, both totally mortified, while maggie’s twins, who looked like little angel’s with white tuxedos trousers and white socked feet were giggling away. outside numerous people had retched so we had dance round the puddles, and tried also to keep as close as possible to our shoes.
After a few tries he manged to press the remote to his car, and put all the shoes inside, but before he managed to lock it James and i took out our shoes. “It won’t help boys, you have anyway got a couple of shoeless days ahead, i bet you will come late tomorrow, and i’m sure you haven’t done your homework.”

We wandered back inside, both wishing the floor would swallow us up, while maggie’s boys straggled in their socks.
Just then James’s Dad turned up to take us home. On the way to his car we walked past Mr. Henry who was still standing near his car cackling like a hyena.

I slept over in james’s house, thankfully his father wtoe us a late note and explained abput the homework, or we would have lost our shoes for the next two days.

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Uncle Henry

Author – Speedy

Hi, I’m speedy, who James mentioned in his recent post about Joseph’s come-uppance.

Shoe confiscation is common in school. In reality I wouldn’t care so much, i actually prefer walking in my socks, but with everyone around me in shoes, plus the embarrassment, and using the bathrooms, and the cafeteria etc… it isn’t really the best idea. BTW James gave the wrong shoes for me, i wear the remi pace shoe. It is a very solid shoe. Here’s the link.

https://www.clarks.co.uk/c/Remi-Pace-Youth/p/26126827

The school actually has a list of approved shoes, and they are all quite solid, unflexible style.
Recently my mom bought me a new pair, they really looked quite sturdy. Of course I manged to lose them on my first day wearing them, – my crime was failing to bring the proper writing supplies, and our form master, Mr. Slade was really excited. “What do we have here? New shoes?” he put them on his desk for all to see, so of course everyone who entered the classroom saw them. And who came in next but my uncle, Mr. Henry. Mr. Slade happily told him that they were mine. Quite embarrassing, but stay tuned for the next, far more embarassing sequel …

School detention and my mom

Author – Neil

In our school – it seems like we are the only one, detentions are done without shoes. It doesn’t really matter too much, as a general rule detentions are done in the library, which is carpeted and has a good amount of chairs and beanbags etc.. Detention depends a bit on the teacher, it can be not bad, when the teacher lets read and turns a blind eye to talking, or it can be more strict, but it is far from the end of the world.
Problem is my mom. She’s a real toughy, and when i have detention she won’t let me wear my shoes at home either … so basically i am stuck for the evening …. no going out, playing ball etc …

On Wednesdays Mr. Parker takes detention. he is a really strict teacher, – in fact he is a bit of a beast – and he also teaches our class the last period.

One Wednesday recently my friends asked me if i want to join them in detention. A classmate called Jeremiah was in detention and Mr. Parker really had it in for him. The boys told me that last time Mr. parker had threatened to force him to wear a diaper ….

I was a bit embarrassed to tell my friends about my mom, so i went along with it, and we all stayed out after break for a quarter of an hour.
We entered the room together, and mr. parker was furious. “Go to your seats and put your feet on your desks now,” he yelled at us. [normally we don’t take our shoes till later]
He came over to my seat first, opened the velcro strap of each shoe and pulled off my shoe. I started swinging my feet down the side of the desk, so he walked back to my place and picked up my grey socked feet, banging them down on the wooden desk top. He put my shoes on his desk, and then proceeded to the other three boys and took off their shoes.
He went back to look at the register and saw that Jeremiah and a couple of other boys were also in detention. Jeremiah was first, with mr. parker opening his laces and pulling off his shoes. Then he picked up the poor kids socked foor and started yelling again, “I don’t believe it” and calling him all sorts of names. Poor kid. – He was wearing two pairs of socks. the teacher made him take them off, and then told him to keep his feet raised and not put them down directly on the desk. He confiscated another boys socks too – they were not solid black, grey blue or white – the school regualtions.
I couldn’t help not look around and giggle. David feet were really white, while Jeremiah’s where very very with pinky-red soles. a couple of boys laughed more openly only earning a shoe removal and detention. After he found another boy’s colorful socks he told everyone else to take off their shoes and stand at the back of the room in their socks – earning yet another two detentions.
Eventually one the barefoot boys asked if he can put his feet down. The teacher told him to take his chair to the back of the room, and then sit at his place as if he had a chair. Poor kid – i think that it was an even more painful position. Then he just told them to all stand at the back of the room.

when it came to detention, to my amazement i saw my step bro Ryan – his father is married to my mom, He is a really good kid, so i don’t know how he got there, But poor kid when he took off his shoes the toes and heel of his socks were green. I think anyone else would have ignored it, but Mr. parker told him to remove them and told him that he would have to go home without them.
Mr. Parker then announced that detention will be in gym, off we went to stand on the freezing cold floor with nothing to do.
Soon Mr. Parker told Jeremiah to bring him his schoolbag. Mr. Parker started rummaging inside, first he found a peanut butter sandwich, he started making fun of the poor kid, telling him that if he would eat his food he would behave better etc… then he found what he was looking for – jeremiah’s sneakers, which he promptly confiscated. I noticed poor Ryan’s face going white.

When detetnion was over we realised that the door from the gym to school was already locked. Great. Now we would have to go all the was round in our socks. Eventually we re entered the building and fetched our things from the library. Mr. parker told all the barefoot boys to leave thair footwear.

Ryen asked me about wearing his sneakers. i told him to walk down the block before he put them on.

Whenwe came homewe found my mum waiting in the car for us, she wanted us to go shopping with her. We got in the car, and dad was about to drive when mom stopped him, “one second” she said “i need your shoes, neil”
OMG, i couldn’t believe she would make me go shopping in socks.
With no choice i stretched out my feet to the front of the car, and she took off my shoes. Ryan followed suit – [told you that he’s a goody goody.]

Our first stop was the optician. I’m sure she noticed my grey socks but she didn;t say anything, Then we went to try on trousers. Here the sales lady started measuring us and poking around my feet, and she commented on our socks. Later we met a couple ofkids form school, and they snickered at us. all in all it was an embarassing and humiliating experience – And poor ryan still has another day ahead of him.

Me in your stories

Author – Mickey

I’ve recently found this site and enjoyed reading the stories. Rather than writing something new I thought I could be someone within a previously written story. So here goes.

The elevator
I live on the sixth floor of an apartment building. I pressed the button to call the elevator, eventually it arrived and the doors opened and I noticed a pair of sneakers on the floor. I picked them up, they where still warm. I wondered who would take off their shoes and just leave them. I decided to take them back to my apartment, as I left the elevator a woman got in and took it to the ground floor. I put on the still warm sneakers, although slightly trashed they fitted and where quite comfortable. I decided to keep them on my feet and continue my visit to my friends home. As I waited again for the elevator two boys passed on the staircase. One was shoeless wearing grey socks. I got a thrill of excitement realising I was wearing his sneakers as he passed in his socked feet. He hadn’t recognised his shoes on my feet, I should of given him his shoes but I would of been embarrassed taking them off and of course I really liked them so decided to let him walk by shoeless.

Shoplifter
I had gone into the local store on my way to school to buy a drink. As I picked up the bottle of cola I realised I had left home without any money. I didn’t have time to go home and get my money but I was needing a drink, I looked around and without anyone noticing I put the bottle in my pocket and went to leave the shop. The shopkeeper stopped me and took me to the cash register and demanded I pay double the price for the drink I had stolen. I have no money I told him, he said he’d have to call the police which scared me, what would my parents think. He said I could come back tomorrow and pay without calling the police but he wanted my shoes as a deposit. I need my shoes I said but he said he needed people to pay rather than steal. I had no choice but to obey him. I took off my shoes and gave them to him as the other school kids laughed at me. I walked to school in my socked feet feeling very embarrassed.
I entered my first lesson and the teacher asked me why I wasn’t wearing shoes, I explained that the shopkeeper took them, the teacher seemed annoyed and once the lesson began he left the classroom. I sat in my socked feet knowing the kids where laughing at me when the teacher returned, he was now shoeless. He was red faced and as embarrassed as me but he didn’t give any explanation as to why he no longer had shoes on his feet. At least the other kids attention had been taken away from my shoeless situation.

I’ll read more stories and try putting myself into them with or without my shoes being taken.

Experiments

Author – Lucylex

I love going to Walmart’s and leaving my shoes around places to see if anyone takes notice and picks them up but on this day I was feeling a bit more adventurous and wanted to pretend like I was rushing through the store and passing people and as I would I would lose one of my shoes and keep on going! Lol the only women I did it to, I was running through an aisle and my shoe came off right as I passed her and she quickly looked up and saw that I had I abandoned my shoe as I kept on walking. I kept rushing in one shoe and didn’t look back. I hid out close by in another aisle and waited to see if she would pick my shoe up or try and find me. I ended up going back to the aisle and the women who had saw me was still in it and noticed I had only one shoe on. She asked me what had happened and didn’t wanna leave the aisle until I came back for my shoe. I told her I had been rushing and didn’t noticed my shoe loss lol. She giggled as I was slipping my stocking foot back into my shoe and she ended up walking away. Sadly she didn’t take my shoe but I thought it was nice of her to baby sit my shoe for me until I came back hehe. That same day I decided to go to the shoe aisle and try that same trick on another women with a cart. As we passed each other in the aisle, I acted as if I had lost my shoe and it caught under her cart lol. She couldn’t stop laughing and said she needed a good laugh. She also told me I was blushing as she stared at my exposed sock. I quickly slid my foot into my shoe and left Walmart. It was a bit embarrassing.

The elevator

Author – Alexander

Today I was visiting a friend. He lives in a big apartment building on the 5th floor with his parents. When I came there I walked the stairs up to his floor. He was already waiting for me at the door. I went into the apartment and sat down on the couch. He offered me a drink and we talked a little and watched t.v. At some point he said let’s do something outside and I said okay. We went outside to the staircase and he pushed the button for the elevator. When we stepped in he pushed the button for the top floor, there are 10. On top we stepped out and looked around, there was a little ball in the corner and he started kicking it towards me and I kicked it back. The doors of the elevator were still open and when he kicked the ball again it bounced against the wall into the elevator and at the same time the elevator was called down and the doors closed with the ball inside. I pushed the button to call it back and a few minutes later it opened the doors and the ball was still inside. Then my friend said I dare you… I was like; huh? He laughed a little and said since you don’t live here I dare you to kick your shoes into the elevator, wait till it goes down, call it back and see if they are still there if it comes back up. I was reluctant about this but he said come on they are not some expensive sneakers. He was right about that and in a funny way I got a little thrill about the dare. The shoes I was wearing were already a little trashed and I thought; what could happen. My friend then said; well? Do you take the dare? I said, okay. So I kicked my shoes into the elevator and we waited for it to go down. Then the doors closed and I got the shivers because I hadn’t thought about it till then that when somebody took them I had to go home in socks. We could see it stopped on the 6th floor and then it went further down to the ground floor. I looked down to see who was leaving the building and if that person carried my shoes but I only saw a woman going out carrying some plastic bag. I went back to the elevator and pushed the button to call it back up. My friend was only laughing at me and said I did this once and my shoes were still there. Then the doors opened and I froze for a second because the elevator was empty. I looked around the corners but there were no shoes to be found. My friend stopped laughing and said we have to go down and see if they are maybe in the main hall. So we went down, me in my light grey wool socks. On the ground floor we got out and looked around again but there was no shoes. I said, what now? I can’t go home like this, everybody will watch me and make fun of me. My friend said, I don’t know, I didn’t expect this to happen. I took a deep sigh and said let’s go back up. We walked towards the elevator and the doors closed right before our faces. I looked at my friend and said let’s take the stairs. I had something to drink at his place and went home. I had a 20 minute bike ride to go. At first I felt embarrassed but after some distance I didn’t pay too much attention. I was lucky it was nice weather…

Shoes of the shoplifters’

Author – unluckylad

The twins had only recently bought the shop, they had no idea just how bad the shoplifting is but they where going to stop it. Bart was thinking on his feet when he took away the boy’s shoes yesterday, but it had some impact, the boy was ashamed and remorseful. Hopefully doing the same to others might deter them from stealing. Bart had cleared a shelf behind the till to display shoplifters’ shoes and a sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. He had already put the shoes of the school boy and those of the teacher with his photo on the shelf.
That morning Dillon overheard some boys in the next aisle discussing stealing comics. He intercepted them at the door and said “Hiding something?” The boys looked at each other with blushing faces. He marched them to the till and ordered them to open their coats. Tucked inside each coat was a comic. Dillon took them “Because you stole them the price has doubled to £6 each” he said. One of them, Ethan, managed to pay for his comic with coins, his mate Dean paid with a £10 note and given change but the tall blond boy, Brad, had only £2. “Sorry I haven’t enough” he said and became upset after reading the sign about shoplifters’ shoes. “Please Dean, lend me that £4, I don’t want to lose my shoes”. Dean replied “No, you can walk to school in your socks” he and Ethan laughed as Dillon ordered Brad to take off his shoes “Pay tomorrow and you can get your comic and shoes”. His mates stopped laughing when Dillon refused to give them their comics. “We’ve paid for them” said Dean. “Yes but only after you stole them, you’ve obviously not understood the sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’, I want your shoes too”. They became upset having to remove their shoes in front of the other school kids. After taking photos of the boys holding their shoes, Dillon escorted the grey socked shoeless trio out of the shop. The school kids watched as Bart placed the boys’ shoes on the shelf and told them all “Let that be a warning to anyone attempting to steal from us”.
Later that morning a man appeared at the counter demanding his colleague’s shoes. He was wearing a rugby top, black sports shorts, white football socks and cheap black trainers; his name was Ricky, a P.E. instructor. He was of athletic build, slightly taller than Dillon and came across very bullish.
“You have embarrassed my colleague by taking his shoes” he said.
“He shouldn’t steal from us; he also owes us £40”
“He owes you nothing, are you going to give them to me or am I going to have to take them” demanded the P.E. Instructor as if he was intimidating one of his pupils.
“I’m not giving you anything” said Dillon
“Then I shall just have to take them”.
“Do you know why we took your colleagues shoes?”
“I’m not interested” replied the instructor rather arrogantly as he stepped behind the counter and removed the pair of brown leather brogues from the shelf.
“That will be £40 please” said Dillon
“I told my colleague I will not leave without his shoes”
“Then pay. If you don’t pay then no shoes, if you take without paying then you too will have no shoes” warned Dillon.
The instructor wasn’t backing down. Bart had overheard everything from the stockroom and intercepted the P.E. Instructor as he left the store carrying his colleague’s shoes.
Bart told the P.E. Instructor to return inside the shop.
“Have you paid for those shoes?” said Bart.
“Err… No” replied the instructor “Are all school teachers arrogant and stupid” said Bart “You’ve demanded something that’s not yours and believe you can just take it and done exactly what your friend did yesterday and stole them” The instructor was told he had to wait for the police.
“Please don’t call the police; teachers cannot have a criminal record, take my shoes but please let me take my friends shoes, he desperately needs them”
Bart put the brown leather shoes back on the shelf then looked up and down at the instructor, “More shoes for the shelf, take them off” said Bart.
The instructor kicked off his trainers then bent down and picked them up. Bart attempted to take a photo but the instructor deliberately hid his face.
Dillon took the trainers from him and said “They aren’t worth £80, have you got money”
“No, search me, you’ve took my shoes now let me go, but please let me take my friends shoes”
Dillon thought something was not quite adding up, the Instructor repeated exactly what his friend did yesterday, quite relaxed about handing over his cheap trainers. What P.E. Instructor would wear cheap trainers! He made him stand next to the till so customers could see him in his white socked feet, more noticeable when wearing shorts. Dillon left the shop and walked around the block and then he saw the reason for the instructor’s actions.
Stood nearby was the teacher from yesterday holding a pair of black Reebok trainers. Dillon approached him; “Those trainers look too big for you” said Dillon explaining his mate was waiting for him at the shop.
“I told him to meet me here”
“Probably didn’t want to get his white socks dirty” joked Dillon. They both walked back to the shop. Once inside the teacher gave the P.E. Instructor his Reebok trainers, he quickly slipped them on his cold feet. Bart said to the teacher, “You must be here to pay us as your pal here insisted that you needed your shoes”
The teacher said “I do desperately need them for school”.
“It’s still £40 to get them back, perhaps you could loan your friend £80 or we’ll have to call the police on him” said Dillon
“I don’t have £120” he said nervously looking at his instructor colleague.
“I believe you and your colleague tried to set us up getting us to swap your leather shoes for a pair of cheap nasty trainers” said Bart. “Your both as bad as each other, not good examples to set as teachers, we should really just call the police”
Bart gives the instructor his cheap black trainers to hold again and tells him “Now you are going to allow me to take your photograph”. The P.E. Instructor let him. Dillon takes the black trainers and puts them back on the shelf. “As you both where in on today’s deceit you are both responsible for today’s shoe theft” and points at the sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. It was now lunchtime and school kids where beginning to enter the shop.
Bart looks over the counter and notices the teacher wearing black New Balance trainers and his Instructor mate now wearing black Classic Reebok trainers.
“Take off your shoes or we’ll call the police” both teachers had no choice and took off their trainers. Bart took a photo of each of them holding their sports shoes, then took the trainers and placed them on the shelf. With both teachers stood in their socks and school kids sniggering behind them, Bart advised them that to get their shoes back tomorrow will cost them £120.
“You’ve accused me of stealing shoes that belong to none of us; you’ve then taken my shoes, then accused me of stealing my own shoes and taken more shoes from me. Then you want me to pay £120 to get my own shoes back, my brown leather shoes cost no where near that when bought brand new” said the teacher.
“Dillon said “But you’ll be getting four pairs, that’s £30 a pair. So your original pair brown leather shoes will only cost you £30, that’s £10 cheaper than this morning” he laughed as he escorted the shoeless teachers out of his shop.
Ricky the Instructor argued with his colleague as they walked in socked feet back to the school. “Why did I let you talk me into losing my own trainers”.

To be continued.