Author – shoelover
This happened awhile back but the walmart story gave me a flashback. I was in the shoe/sneaker aisle and that day I wore my silver nikes, white socks, jeans, and a hoodie. I saw a pair of sneakers that I liked so I kicked off my silver nikes and tried on the sneakers. I walked around in them leaving my nikes in the aisle and I abandoned them for a few minutes thinking no one would want them hehehe. I kicked off the sneakers and decided to be daring and I walked around Target in just white socks hehehe. As I was leaving the area I noticed a middle aged woman grab my nikes and slip them on her feet. I got a panic and I ran over to her and said “Um miss those are my sneakers”, she looked at me puzzled and said “No these are mine now, but you should invest in some shoes” and she ran off with them and the ones she walked in with. I was left in my socks in the store never to see my nikes again.
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.
Author – angry guy
Soooo the house I live in has rug so we decided to try to keep it clean by leaving out shoes OUT instead on taking them. However the house I live in has a little shitty ass fence that’s fucking lopsided and shit, anyone can just put their leg over and they would be in the front yard and to the left of where my house is a ghetto street starts. Most of the time we would park in front so I would leave My timberlands by the door and there was a long piece of cement that arches right like the door and it covered them. So today I’m looking for them I was gonna clean them and then what? They aren’t out front or in the garage ANYWHERE so someone stole them and then WooHoo am I right? My mom asks where my BLUE vans are and they are gone and I never noticed until now F***ing woohooo.
Author – DrunkedIdiot101
Hahaha this thread is hilarious but maybe venting will help me out a little…
So i went out drinking with my boys, long story short I leave my boys house in an uber, wearing my shoes i get dropped off in the wrong location at 3am totally blacked out wearing my sweet adidas trainers, come to 8 am and i regain consciousness walking down the streets, i realize no shoes, no phone, no keys. Fast forward a lot of bullshit only for me to just now relocate the same pair online, but guess what. Dumbass me had no clue that they were the Day One editions and that they are now going for just shy of $300 I have no clue how they ended up on the sale rack at undefeated when i first purchased them but those guys were fucking up. So yeah i had the come up of a lifetime just to have them stolen off my drunken stupid feet.
Don’t Drink Alcohol
Just Don’t do it
Author – Jonathan
Three months ago my Aunt took me to one of those Goodwill stores where you have to search bins in order to find clothes and matching pairs of shoes. People digging like crazy to find what they want. On that day she was looking for some shirts and heels for herself. I was interested how fast some of those people were moving. I decided to go back another day and play around teasing these people.
I went in wearing a sweet new $70 pair of purple lowtop Air Force 1s I bought two weeks prior.
First I had to find a pair of shoes and the only thing I found in my size was a trashed pair of Phat Farm shoes.
I don’t even think they make those anymore. I proceeded to put them on and I placed one of my AF1s in my cart and the other in a bin. I placed a few shoes on top and I waited to see how long it would take someone to find it. I walked around for a bit in these broken shoes all the while keeping an eye on that bin. With anywhere from 3 to 8 people at the bin I didn’t realized it was picked up until I saw it in this young guys hand. He was looking in all the bins to find the other shoe. I could tell he was looking hard but after 15 minutes he put it down and gave up. A minute later a woman came by, picked it up and started searching for the other half. Was it for her husband? Boyfriend? Son? I will never know because she placed it down after five minutes. This tall guy who looked to be in his 30s and was dressed as a construction worker picked it up. I was surprised how popular it was. But since all the shoes were trashed at that store and here is a new pair I shouldn’t have been that surprised. Anyway back to this guy. He picked it up to check the size. He turned it upside down to check the sole.. After closer inspection I could tell he had just gotten off work as his clothes were dirty. Im thinking to myself for him to not try on my shoe. Alas it failed as he took off his construction boot to reveal a dirty socked foot with a large hole in it. He untied the laces and slipped it on his foot. He tied it back up and walked around for a moment. He must of liked them because he took it off and placed it in his cart. Tying his boot back up I just kept thinking how stained my shoe probably was now. This guy really wanted to find the other half and he spent 30 minutes looking through all the bins. He gave up during a busy time and he just left his cart in the middle of the aisle. Guess he stormed off frustrated. However the store became really busy and by the time I got to that cart my shoe was picked up by someone else. I started panicking running all around the store looking for it. My mind was so focused on the shoe I lost I completely forgot about the other shoe in my cart which I had left behind when I ran around the store. When I found my cart my other shoe was gone. I figured a purple pair of Nikes couldn’t be hard to find. I started looking in people’s carts and hands. I searched for 20 minutes with no sign of them. I was in despair, me and my stupid ideas when at the front after check out I noticed this 20 something year old Latino boy and his girlfriend bag shirts, pants, and my Nikes. What do I do now I was thinking as they left the store. Neverminding the fact I was wearing a crap pair of Phat farms I ran out of the store. I followed them to their car and while the girlfriend was placing the bags in the trunk this little crap was putting on my new AF1s in the driver’s seat. In his conversation with his girlfriend he was saying what a find these were and that he never thought he would find such luck there. I have had enough and approached them. I said that I overhead about his good find there and that I never find anything. I showed him my falling apart Phat farms and asked if I could buy those from him for double what he paid. That little crap said no because he likes them so much and that I might have better luck next time finding a pair. Both of them got in their car and drove off in my $70 kicks that I would never see again. Fun experiment failed big time. Still have those junk shoes too :-(. THE END
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At a birthdayparty the birthday-girl kept a no-shoe-rule in her house. Even now she invited lots of people. Everybody sticked to the rule inside the house. She lived in a tiny apartment, and there was no smoking inside, so people came and left all the time. Still people coming back inside still took their shoes off. Then when it got later and most people were at home already, some guy wanted a smoke but couldn’t find his shoes. Funny thing was that all the shoes at the door had disappeared. Even the ones belonging to the birthday-girl.
First we thought nothing of it, just a prank. We started searching but our shoes weren’t inside the house. We then went outside (in socks) to look if they would be there, but again nothing. Still we were almost sure it was some form of a prank, but as a couple had to leave to catch their last bus, their shoes didn’t come back at all. When they both left (without shoes) the rest of us realized our shoes were lost. Poor birthday-girl lost a small fortune in shoes, the rest of us only one pair each. I still have no clue on where our shoes went, or who took them. I do know we all went home without our shoes.