Author – Bush123
The Cinema I used to go to had a gap under the seat in front which got smaller the further back the row was. We got there late to see a film and had to sit near the back. I still played around with my converse but thought I would not touch the girl in front. Wrong! I took my right shoe off and left it under the seat in front to remove a bit of popcorn from my sock but when i felt for it again it was gone. I panicked a while then thought it maybe just out of reach so I tried to fish around with my left shoe half on my foot. I then felt something firm pushing my foot and a second later I was shoeless! She was then messing about nearher own feet and I was sure she was putting my shoes on! (I have quite small feet) I spent the movie shoeless and nervous but excited. When the lights came up I waited to see what happened but they just sat there for ages. My girlfriend wanted to go so I had to ask if she had seen my shoes. She said oh yes I thought I felt something! And then grabbed both my shoes from her bag and handed them to me. I wish they had just got up and gone straight after the movie and took my shoes. Maybe another time. 😊
Author – Mickey
I had left school early to attend a dentist’s appointment. I was on the bus when a group of other teenagers got on. Their school blazers told me they belonged to another school that often clashed with ours. They where heading to the back of the bus where I was seated. They spotted my school blazer, I was the enemy. They surrounded me, one of them poked my school badge on my blazer and said ‘What you doing on our bus?’ I tried to be friendly with them but they weren’t friendly back. Another one grabbed my leg and tried to drag me from my seat. I tried kicking him but he grabbed my foot and pulled off my shoe. They started throwing my black school shoe to each other. I asked for it back when one said ‘Awe he wants his shoe back’ then proceeds to hold it out of the bus window. Then let’s go of it, I watched it fall to the roadside. I tried to get up to stop the bus but they pinned me down and one said ‘You won’t need the other one now and grabbed my other foot and pulled it off my other shoe. They got up and ran off the bus at the next stop with my shoe. I sat on the bus in my socked feet as they waved my shoe at the window. They then threw my shoe on to the bus shelter roof.
A couple of stops later I got off the bus feeling very self conscious of my shoeless feet. I didn’t want to go into the dentists without shoes but my mother had threatened me with being grounded if I didn’t attend. As I sat in the waiting room I felt embarrassed as everyone could see my grey socks. I was called to the dentists room and he asked where my shoes where. I explained what happened, he was sympathetic and asked if he could phone someone to collect me. I refused and said I preferred to walk and try and find my shoes.
I left the dentist and headed back towards the bus stop where they had thrown my shoe. Fortunately there was not a lot of people about to see my shoeless feet. I could see my shoe but I couldn’t reach it. I had no choice but to leave it. I continued walking in my socked feet along the bus route until I found my other shoe. I put it on and walked home, one shoe was better than none on my feet.
I eventually got home and my brother spotted my foot missing a shoe. He laughed at me, I told him it was not funny having to walk home in one shoe. After he stopped laughing he offered to take me in his car to retrieve my other shoe. I got changed out of my uniform into shorts and a tee shirt, I put on my New Balance trainers with white socks. We headed to the bus stop, my shoe was still sat on the shelter roof. My brother parked his car as close to the shelter as he could and told me to climb on to the car roof and get my shoe. I got out and was about to get onto the car bonnet when my brother shouted ‘Stop, take off your trainers I don’t want you scratching my paintwork. I pulled off my trainers and threw them in the car. For the second time today I was stood shoeless in the street. I gingerly climbed onto his car and reached my shoe. As I got off his car he pulled away leaving me at the bus stop shoeless with a school shoe in my hand. He turned the car around but instead of stopping he shouted ‘It was funny you having to walk home in one shoe earlier so you can do it again’. He drove off laughing with my trainers in his car. I no choice, twice in one day I had to walk home in one shoe.
Author – Alexander
Marc and me were in the public library today because Marc had to find something. He asked me to come along so he didn’t had to go alone. When we arrived Marc went to look for his books and I picked some comic book and went to the reading tables. I sat down and I stretched and crossed my legs. At these tables you can not see your neighbor or the one whose sitting opposite. I started reading my book and after some time I felt something touching my feet. I looked under the table and saw somebody’s feet, I thought they were Marc’s because the shoes were about the same as his. Then after some time he touched my feet again and I thought he wanted to play footsie or something so I played along. After some time I felt him clamping his feet around my right shoe, that was the one on top of my left leg. Then he started slowly pulling on that shoe and I felt it coming off my foot. I struggled a little but it was too lose and seconds later it was off my foot. I looked under the table again and saw my shoe on his side out of my reach. He came back with his feet and started playing again. Now I tried to get a hold on one of his shoes and I thought I had one and started pulling it but it didn’t come off his foot. After some wigling he got a hold on my left shoe and again he started pulling it slowly off my foot. I tried to not let it happen but I could not hold on to that shoe either and there I was in my white socked feet. We fooled around with our feet a liitle while and in the meantime I looked for my sneakers but they were still out of reach. Then suddenly it stopped and I felt with my feet for my sneakers but I didn’t feel anything, I llooked under the table again and the floor was empty. I thought that Marc was pranking me so I waited for him. After some time Marc came to me and said I’m finished, we can go home now. I started laughing and said as I looked at him, okay but first give me my sneakers… Marc looked at me and said, what are you talking about? I don’t have your sneakers. I laughed again and said okay so where did you hide them? He looked at my feet and said again I don’t have them. Then I looked at his feet and noticed he wore other shoes than the one’s I saw before under the table. I got the shivers and asked him if he didn’t sat opposite of me . He said no and I got worried. He asked what I did and I explained that I thought he was sitting there and told him what happened. He said laughing that’s a nice idea for the next time but I think you have a problem now and I said yes I believe so too. I got up and we walked towards the excit and I could see some people looking at me. Outside we got on our bycicles and went home. The first few miles I felt embarrassed but along the way I kinda liked it….
Author – Kaylee
I work in a office building and I have to dress up basically every day in like a button down, dress slacks and some loafers or flats. I choose to wear nylon socks a lot of the time so that people can see my toe nail colors and I usually wear white ones at that Just because I like the color more and no one really sees what’s under your slacks and shoes unless you take your shoes off. I don’t usually take my shoes off at work and I get embarrassed easily if people see me in my stocking feet in public. One work day we had an early meeting at a building I had never been to and it was raining and had a walk a couple blocks. I got to the meeting room and there was a lot of new faces I hadn’t recognized from other companies and this room was packed. I sat with a coworker and me and her are pretty good friends. We were in a part of the room where we didn’t have to many eyes on us and my stocking feet were soaked from walking in the rain. I took my loafers off to air my stocking feet out blatantly seeing the red toenail polish through my damp white nylon socks. my coworker made a remark about the smell of my feet lol. I can’t help how wet leather is going to make my stockings smell but anyways I didn’t worry about it to much because we were off to the side and our feet were under a table. My coworker kept telling me I should probably put my loafers back on but it was comfortable being in stockings and the meeting was still going on for a bit longer. I could tell my coworker was getting kind of agitated with me being the only one with her shoes off and knowing I probably shouldn’t be. I was just still trying to let my feet dry. I didn’t notice at first but I think my coworker got a bright idea to play a prank on me because I notice she bent down to reach for something in her purse and didnt think anything of it until she told me she was going to the bathroom quick. As she got up I thought I saw one of the heels from my leather penny loafers sticking out of the top of her hand bag. As the door closed to the room and she left I instantly looked down under the table and realized she had stuffed my loafers in her hand bag!! What the fuck.. I thought. I had no idea what she was thinking and she blatantly took them with out thinking I would see. So I’m sitting in this room of majority people i don’t know in my bright white nylon socks with bright red toe nail polish peaking through! I’m utterly terrified at this moment and so embarrassed because the meeting was coming to a close and I had to get up and leave the room in my socks! I wait for some people to leave and my coworker comes back from the bathroom and I’m relieved because I can finally get my shoes back. The situation got worse because when she got back her hand bag was significanlty smaller and my shoes weren’t in there. I was furious. My coworker asked what was wrong as she was packing up her stuff. I was speechless at this point. As I got up to pack up my stuff she asked where my shoes were and I acted kind of fake surprised as I looked around and was like “I don’t know. They were right here a minute ago.” She looked at me puzzled and said “ I told you you shouldn’t have taken your shoes off. See look now you’ve gone and lost them and are going to have to leave in your little socks”. At that point she kind of started laughing and threw her bag strap over her shoulder. I asked her if she really didn’t know where my shoes were and assured me she hadn’t seen them or knew what happened. She kept saying someone in the room probably took them from you to play a prank or maybe it was some guy who had been peeking over at you in the corner with your shoes off. I was so embarrassed and the fact I would have to leave in my socks was starting to kick in. My co worker left and I was alone to leave the room and building again. I had no clue what to do as I rolled up my dress pants so they wouldn’t drag further showing off my white socks. I left room looking professionally dressed except when you look down at my feet. I got some looks and some giggles in the hallway and I went to check the bathroom to see if my coworker had left them in there. As I was stepping around I could feel my socks getting damp from the bathroom floor and I knew these socks were going to be ruined by the end of this. To my surprise I actually found one of my shoes in the trash in the bathroom. I was relieved because I knew they both had to be in the trash but they WERENT. I was mad and I couldn’t accuse my co worker because there was no proof. She was so sly and that’s the worst part. Who hides someone shoes around a business building we have never been to before and in separate locations. This bitch was definitely not my friend or anyone I wanted to associate with. I put the one loafer I found in my bag and continued to the elevator as I managed to get to the ground floor with out anyone seeing me. I walked through the main lobby patting along in my socks and made it out front when I heard “miss! Miss!” Coming from behind me. A older man from reception was running my way and blatantly staring at my feet but he was holding an errant shoe which happend to be mine! He asked if I was missing my shoes and I said yes. He told me a younger women had come up to the desk a bit earlier and dropped off a wet shoe to him on her way out and said someone had taken there shoes off and walked off from them. He said he wasn’t sure where the other was and when she left she looked pretty mad. I couldn’t believe she hid my shoes in two different locations all because she probably smelled my feet and had to watch as I sat with my shoes off. The man from the lobby smiled as I took my loafer from his hand. I put on both my shoes and he tells me I really shouldn’t be leaving my shoes places. I honestly also couldn’t believe she told them I left my shoes places. The whole situation made me horribly angry and upset and there was not much I could do but finally leave and just forget about it now that I finally got my shoes back.
Author – lovetoshoeswap
One day my girlfriend came over to my place for a visit with her teenage son , we spoke for a while and had a laugh but her son was not so interested in the conversation so i suggested that he could go and use my computer to keep himself amused while I spoke to my girlfriend/his mum, he agreed and went through to my room and left us to have our conversation. Some time later she had to go so she called on her son to go, as they left I quickly caught a glance at his feet and thought that he had Adidas sambas that looked a lot like mine but never thought much more about it. Later that day I went through to my bedroom and happened to fined to find a pair of green Adidas gazelles and a pair of black socks lying in my cupboard and thought to myself “I thought that those sambas looked a lot like mine” as I noticed my sambas were missing, as I started to get angry I thought if he has my sambas and a pair of my socks we must have the same size feet so I decided to try on his socks and shoes, as I slid his still somewhat warm socks and shoes I got a text from my gf son saying “I borrowed your sambas and a pair of socks as well as my feet were a bit sweaty, they fit great so I will keep them for a while”. After I got the text I thought to myself that I could wear his shoes around for a while then the next time I go over to see his mother I could steal some of his shoes.
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Author – Shoelover
I was coming home from my friend’s house and I was wearing my adidas Ultra Boost white socks jeans and a T-shirt. I like to shoe play a lot and apparently so did the guy across from me because he gave me a smirk and a wink when I plopped my shoes on the floor exposing my white sock soles on the bench seat across from me. I knew he wanted my shoes because he stared intensely at them, so I wiggled my toes in my socks to see what he would do. He was getting very antsy and said to me that I better be careful where I leave my shoes because someone might take them. I replied saying it’s okay I always do this and no one ever takes them. He smirked again and got up, moved closer to me and started asking me what shoe size I wear and how long I’ve been wearing my socks with my sneakers. So I told him I’m a size 10 or 10.5 depending on the shoe and that I wore these socks for a couple days straight. He got a bit of a thrill so I slid my feet out of my sneakers again out of habit and he said that it was nice meeting me and before I knew it he scooped up my sneakers the second I turned my head away from him and he ran off the train with my sneakers without me noticing. I couldn’t believe my eyes and I ran off the train trying to find the thief and I was left stranded in my socks. I felt excited but also sad too because they were my favorite sneakers. Contact me if you are in the New York area and want to steal my sneakers! 😊
Author – Brogue Boy
I had a great job, Sales Rep for a paint manufacturer, driving around various retailers selling and giving after sales care and meeting new people all the time. I always wore a smart suit and smart shoes. One particular day a store manager asked if I could deal with a complaint about our paint. I agreed and contacted their customer and arranged a home visit.
The address was in central London in a residential tower block. I struggled through traffic I was late and couldn’t find a parking space. I eventually parked the car on yellow lines several streets away. The customer lived on the 12th floor, the lift said ‘out of order’. Before climbing the stairs I decided to phone and apologise for being late only to realise in my rush I’d left my mobile phone in the car. Eventually I reached the address and rung the doorbell. The door was opened by a middle aged woman who looked me up and down and said “You’re late”. I apologised as I entered the flat. In the hallway she looked down at my feet “shoes” she said. I looked down at my tan leather Oxford Brogues. “Take them off, I’ve had new carpets laid throughout” she said unpolitely. She was going to be hard work I thought. It was her home so I did what I was told and took off my shoes leaving them in the hallway. I followed her to the lounge in my black socked feet where she showed me the freshly painted walls. “The colour is not what is on the tin” she said. I explained the various reasons that could cause this to happen from lighting to wall textures but she wasn’t having any of it demanding a refund and decorating costs. She wasn’t happy with what she was hearing as most complainers do. Needing to return to the car before getting a parking ticket I said I would speak to my boss upon my return to the office. “I want it resolving now” she demanded. I explained that I had left my phone in the car and she rudely replied “How convenient” She said I could use her landline in the kitchen. The kitchen floor was cold against my socked feet as she left me to make my call. She returned and I told her my boss was out of the office but I assured her I would deal with her complaint. “You’re not leaving until I get a refund” she said. I said I needed to go and reassured her I would sort it. I walked to the hallway to discover my shoes where missing. “Where are my shoes?” I asked.
“Sort out my refund now and you’ll get your shoes back” she said.
After hiding my shoes I was beginning to think she was mentally unstable, I just wanted to leave, “Please give me my shoes” I said politely. “No” she shouted. I opened the front door and left in my socks. “Come back with my refund and you’ll get your shoes back” she shouted. The staircase was busy due to the broken lift, as I walked down in my grey suit and black socks, residents stared at my unshod feet as they are the first thing they could see as they climbed the stairs. After leaving the building I struggled to remember where i had parked the car, I eventually arrived back in the street where I had left it. My sense of relief at being able to hide my shoeless feet inside the car was short lived as it was no longer parked on the yellow lines. It was now on the back of a tow truck and being driven away. In an unfamiliar part of London, no shoes, no car, I then realised my wallet was also in the car. It felt like everyone was staring as I walked the pavement in my socked feet, when asking for directions to the tube station I could tell they wanted to ask about my shoes or lack of them but where too polite to ask.
Eventually arriving at the tube station I had just enough loose change to buy a ticket and carefully used the escalator and not snag my socks on it. The tube was busy and it was hard work having to avoid other passengers standing on my feet. My embarrassing shoeless journey on public transport finally ended as I arrived home. I phoned my boss who was unamused and unsympathetic as he demanded I had to pay for the cars recovery. Feeling pretty pissed off I told him he needed to visit the complainant but advised him to go by tube after my experience with parking. Needless to say I did not mention the shoe etiquette.