Hunting Trip

Author – Canyon

Me and four friends went on a competition hunt with our dogs (no animals hurt) for the first time alone. Tony 15 years old, the youngest Tim at 17 years old was the oldest. We begged our parents to let us go. On the first night of the hunt, we walked about 2 miles and came to the Red River that divides Texas and Oklahoma. The dogs crossed the river first and Tim and Barry convinced Tony and me to follow. We learned that the river was shallow on one side but deep on the other. As we were crossing, the bottom suddenly dropped out and we were washed down the river. We managed to grab onto a tree in the middle of the river, but with the water rising from rain upstream, we were in trouble. The other guys went for help and some older hunters arrived. They told us to let go and swim to safety. I let go and made it to shore, and eventually, Tony gathered the courage to do the same. As he reached the bank and grabbed the rope, was pulled to safety. Tony was lying on the bank it was dark Despite the scare, we all made it back to camp safely. And fell asleep as soon as we laid down. The next morning, we woke up, Tony woke up last crawled out of his sleeping bag walked out to the campfire The rest of us had been up for a while talking about last night he sat down and asked where’s my other shoe who took it not funny. We all looked at him his sock was stained red from the water and walking in the red dirt. We thought he had kicked it off in his sleep last night He took the one he was wearing off and put it by the fire to dry it while he went to the camp shower and showered and put on clean clothes we looked for the missing shoe but had no luck, we decided he lost it in the river and nobody noticed because we were so scared last night Tony came back sat down put on his socks and shoe ask if we found his other shoe we told him what we thought had happened he hopped to the tent and started looking for it came back out said we had it and it wasn’t funny. we finally convinced him we didn’t take it he was so mad he wanted to head home, but we had one more hunt before we left. Stuck in camp with only a Nike and a sock to wear, Tony watched as Tim left to hunt with Tony’s dog they both claimed second place. As we packed up camp to head home Tony looked through everything trying to find his shoe, we made a pact to keep our adventure a secret, fearing we would never be able to repeat it if word got out. Tony reminded us he only had sock to wear, but nobody commented on it. When we stopped for gas, Tim suggested that Tony wear the lone Nike and simply take it off once he got home to avoid suspicion and, in the morning, say he couldn’t find it he had it last night. Then we could figure something out. we got home late. The next morning When We arrived to pick Tony up for school and asked if he was ready, He said his mom and Dad had already left for work He didn’t get to tell them he couldn’t find his Nike and he wasn’t going to go missing one shoe. Tim said you have to go or they will ask questions. He said he wouldn’t go wearing one Nike and a sock Barry and I arrived Tim told us Tony said he would not go wearing one shoed so we started urging him to just go without it then he could say it was stolen are lost at school to avoid ruining our chances of going hunting again and being grounded. He said no, so we carried him to Tim’s truck, Tim grabbed his Nike and we left for school. When we got to school Tony put on his shoe got out very mad and walked to the building. Throughout the day, we kept telling him that it was better for him to wear just a sock on his foot than risk getting caught. Not sure what he will do but we will most likely be in trouble.

Short Stories

Author – Charlie

My interest in losing my own shoes or seeing other guys losing theirs brought me to this website. Lots of great stories to digest, I’ve only experienced one incident of losing my shoes, it was weird but exciting too. It’s short and brief. Anything else I add will be made up from stories I have read here.

The Taxi Passenger
I had been stopped by a passenger in a taxi, he wanted to swap his trainers for my shoes as he had been stopped from entering a night club. The thought of swapping shoes with a stranger thrilled me. I took off my black laced shoes and handed them to him. Instead of giving me his trainers he told the taxi driver to move off. I stood there in my socked feet in the city centre, I never saw him or my shoes again. I felt like a right idiot at the time being mugged by someone who never even got out of the car. I laugh about it now.
It was the only time I have lost my shoes in public. I said it was a brief but true story. I hoped you enjoyed it.
The following and any future stories are fictitious and based upon stories I have read here. Anyone who thinks it’s just plagiarism can confiscate my shoes as punishment. 😊

Shoplifters
Me and my mate had been to a neighbouring town to visit his cousin. On our way back to the bus station we called in a shop to buy some drinks. A display cabinet near the door contained lots of shoes, particularly trainers. I remembered reading an article online a few years ago about this shop, confiscating shoes from shoplifters. I found it intriguing, but my mate Sean claimed it was untrue and the cabinet was just full of used shoes to deter thieves. We got our drinks and paid for them but as we were leaving the shopkeeper stopped us, accusing us of stealing confectionery. I laughed telling him he was mistaken, Sean didn’t. The shopkeeper stared at my hoodie before removing two Snickers bars from the hood. Sean admitted putting them there, testing to see if the shoe confiscation was real saying he had no real intention of stealing them. The shopkeeper said all he had to do was ask and would Sean have paid for the chocolate if we hadn’t been caught. I noticed the shopkeeper looking at my Adidas trainers, I proclaimed my innocence, but he demanded my shoes regardless. Sean thought it was funny until the shopkeeper told him to take off his Reebok trainers too. We offered to pay double the price for the allegedly stolen Snickers, but the shopkeeper stuck to his policy of confiscating shoes. He insisted on taking our shoes, we reluctantly took them off. We watched frustratingly as our footwear got locked inside the display cabinet along with all the other confiscated shoes. He kicked us out of the shop in our socks like criminals before telling us to come back tomorrow to collect them. Although Sean had instigated our shoe loss, watching him suffer the indignity of riding the bus home in his socks distracted me from my own embarrassment.

Detention
Unforeseen circumstances had me return to my hometown; I began attending a new school which was stricter than my old one. School had ended for the day, and I passed a group of lads stood outside a classroom. I recognised Glen, we had been my best friends in primary school before I moved away years ago. We had been talking for ages before realising I was about to miss my bus. I began to leave when an approaching teacher stopped me and accused me of avoiding his detention class which Glen and the others had been waiting to attend. I assured him I wasn’t, but he said only those awaiting detention would still be on the premises. He ordered Glen and the others to enter the classroom as he demanded my student identity card. Now he had my details, he demanded I enter the classroom, failure to do so would mean further detention and a letter to my parents. I obeyed. Pairs of shoes scattered the floor near to the teachers desk, I looked at those present, they were sat in socked feet. The teacher ordered me to remove my shoes. I shouldn’t be here, now I have to take off my shoes too.
Not only had I missed my bus, accused of avoiding a detention I had not been sent to, I now had to hand over my shoes and involuntarily stay in a classroom in my socked feet.

The Apprentice Electrician

Author – Harry

Pete was pissed off! His apprentice, Harry, had overslept again. The lad rushed out of his house in his socks carrying his brand new CAT work boots and tool bag. Harry’s breath smelled of alcohol, another late night. Pete warned him he’d be fired next time even though Harry had the potential of being a good electrician.
They were running late, Pete drove the van as Harry put his boots on. The young apprentice promised to buy the tea and bacon butties as way of an apology.
To make up for lost time Harry would have to work alone on the first job of the day, changing some wall sockets. Pete gave him the keys to the empty property, telling his apprentice to keep the front door locked it was a bad area for crime. He also told him to wear shoe covers over his boots as the house had new carpets fitted recently.
An hour later Pete returned to discover the front door open, he found Harry asleep on a bedroom floor. Pete decided to teach him a lesson.
A few minutes later he gave Harry a kick. The lad woke up, Pete shouted at him for leaving the front door open and being asleep, Harry said he must have dozed off after changing the sockets and hadn’t realised the door was left open.
Pete looked at Harry’s feet, he was wearing bright red football socks. “Where’s your boots?”
Without any shoe covers Harry said he removed his boots and worked in his socks. Pete was pleased with his work.
As they left the house Harry shouted. “Where’s my boots!”
He said he had left them in the hallway, Pete reminded him about leaving the front door open.
“A smackhead has probably nicked your boots, he’ll be selling them right now in a pub to get money for his next fix!”
Harry looked irritated at the thought of his boots being passed around a pub and getting sold for probably £20 as he stupidly stood in his socked feet.
He was more upset when told he would have to work in his socks all day as Pete refused to take him home to get his old boots.
“I can’t work without boots”
“We’re running late because you slept in, you lost your boots because you fell asleep leaving the door wide open, actions have consequences. Live with it and live without your boots for one day” said Pete.
Harry sheepishly got in the van in his socked feet.
Pete pulled the van into a busy lay-by, popular with truck drivers as the greasy spoon burger van did cheap tasty food.
“Don’t forget the brown sauce on my bacon” said Pete.
Harry looked at the food queue then his feet and said he couldn’t get them as he had no shoes on.
“You promised to get them” said Pete.
Harry squirmed as he awkwardly stepped over the uneven gravelled ground towards the queue for food. The truckers laughed at his discomfort of being shoeless on the sharp stones. After an embarrassing wait he made the same awkward journey back to the van, this time trying not to spill two cups of tea. Pete laughed, he could have easily moved the van closer, but chose to watch his young apprentice suffer instead.
At their next job, Pete tucked his trousers into his socks, he told Harry to do the same.
“Apparently they have mice in the basement, we don’t want them running up our trouser legs” said Pete.
It was bad enough being shoeless, but to have fully visible bright red socked feet on display at a height up a ladder in a busy open plan office changing ceiling lamps embarrassed Harry greatly.
“We didn’t go down to the basement and we didn’t see any mice” said Harry as they returned to the van. Pete just laughed, Harry knew he’d been set up.
As Harry didn’t have a driving licence, Pete waited in the van with the engine running on double yellow lines in the city centre as Harry once again queued in his socks, this time at Greggs the bakers for some lunchtime pasties.
With a joyful smile permanently etched on Petes face, Harry began to realise that Pete was intentionally creating maximum embarrassment for him but could do nothing about it.
After lunch at another office block, they were actually working in a basement. But again Pete had Harry return to the van in his socks through the busy reception area to get some red cable ties. He returned claiming to have not found any in the van. Pete was sure they had some but Harry claimed to have fully searched the van.
“Looks like a walk to the nearest hardware store for you” said Pete looking at Harry’s socked feet with a fiendish smile.
Harry suggested borrowing Pete’s boots to avoid injuring his feet and needing to take a sick day tomorrow. Harry had a valid point.
Pete said Harry could wear his boots providing he agreed to forfeit his own boots everytime he slept in. Harry reluctantly agreed, Pete took off his boots.
The fear of losing his boots everytime he slept in might stop the young apprentice from partying, thought Pete as he didn’t want to fire him.
Working in his socks felt weird to Pete, allowing an apprentice to literally have the boots of his feet felt more weird. But he was OK, nobody would see him shoeless. That was until the fire alarm sounded!
He wasn’t aware of a fire drill when he signed in at reception, therefore he had to treat the threat as real and evacuate the building and join everyone else in the car park in his socks.
He now understood Harry’s discomfort as the assembled office workers stared at him strangely. To make things worse he still had his trousers tucked into his socks from earlier. His flecked light grey boot socks were very much visible. To untuck his trousers infront of everyone would just increase everyone’s awareness of his socked feet.
After registering his presence with the Fire Marshall, he headed to his van only to realise Harry still had the keys.
An hour had passed as he stood shoeless in the crowded car park before being allowed back inside the building. Apparently someone had set off the alarm, maliciously or accidentally, nobody knew.
Soon after, Harry returned, Pete said nothing about his embarrassing hour stood in the car park in his socks as he demanded the boots from his apprentice.
The work day finished, Harry was pleased to be home, a day he wouldn’t forget too soon. As he got out of the van Pete gave him something hidden in the back of the van. His supposedly stolen boots. Pete said he’d hidden them to teach him a lesson for leaving the customers door unlocked earlier.
Harry gave no reaction to getting his boots back, which surprised Pete.
Harry watched his boss drive off and smiled, he’d played Pete at his own game without him knowing!
Earlier when searching for the red cable ties, Harry had found his boots hidden in the van. Pete had been playing him all day. He knew his boss would send him to buy cable ties if he claimed they had none. Suggesting a day off sick would help persuade Pete to hand over his boots. Setting off the fire alarm without being seen was tricky.
Covertly watching Pete without his boots in a car park looking severely embarrassed gave Harry great satisfaction.
Locked out of his van in socked feet whilst Harry had his keys and wearing his boots made up for what Pete had made him suffer all day.
The only thing Harry hadn’t expected when planning his revenge was to have to agree to forfeit his boots if he was late again. If he hadn’t agreed then Pete would not have given Harry his boots.
A promise that would be difficult to avoid as the young apprentice had no intention of giving up his late night partying.

Broken Zipper

Author – Anonymous

Ever wondered how a single shoe gets on the side of the road? Here is how. Once the zip of one of my combat boots broke.

I had already endured a long day, leaving me exhausted and notably irritable. I was walked home along the sidewalk, a bustling road to my right. Though the hour was late and the road relatively quiet, save for occasional passing trucks, fatigue weighed heavily on me. Suddenly, I felt the unsettling sensation of my boot loosening.

Kneeling down to inspect the issue, I found the zipper of my boot in a sorry state, completely broken. With a frustrated sigh, I shifted my foot and watched as the boot opened even more, exposing my foot inside, clad in a dark grey sock. This discovery only added to my irritation, especially considering the exhausting day I had just endured. Reluctantly, I resumed walking, each step causing the heel of my foot to slip out of place. Have you ever tried walking a long distance in unzipped combat boots? Trust me, it’s neither enjoyable nor easy. While I may occasionally wander around the house with unzipped boots, doing so over long distances is a different story altogether, and for good reason.

As I was walking a large truck whizzed by at high speed, its roaring engine momentarily consuming all my attention. Mesmerized by its speed and power, I found myself lost in this distraction, oblivious to my surroundings. I absentmindedly took a few steps forward, my eyes still locked on the fading silhouette of the truck. With an unexpected jolt, I felt a sudden release of pressure around my foot, followed by a peculiar sensation of weightlessness. Bewildered, I glanced downward, only to realize, to my horror, that I had stepped completely out of my boot!

Frustration surged through me like a tide as I turned around, my gaze burning with annoyance at the untimely mishap. There, lying on the pavement, lay my abandoned boot, a stark contrast against the dull concrete, while my foot stood exposed, clad only in a dark grey sock. With an exasperated huff, I stooped down to retrieve my lonely boot from the pavement.

Just then, a passerby approached, casting a strange glance at me and my socked foot. It was clear he had been walking behind me, witnessing the entire ordeal unfold. Given my imposing stature as a big, muscular guy, I could only imagine how peculiar the scene must have appeared—me standing there on the sidewalk in just one boot, my exposed socked foot firmly planted on the pavement. Irritated, I shot him a challenging glare. Sensing my displeasure, he quickened his pace and hurried past me.

I inspected the broken zipper and puller several times, but I realised it wasn’t fixable. Frustration surged within me, igniting a wave of anger. Without a second thought, I flung the useless boot onto the road in a fit of rage. In that moment, my fury eclipsed any concern for the fact that I now only had one boot remaining. I stood there, seething, as several trucks drove over it, finding it strangely satisfying.

Still simmering with irritation, I trudged homeward. Walking with one thick-soled boot and one sock felt awkward, throwing off my balance and causing me to tilt slightly with each step. Strangely, having both feet in just socks felt even more ridiculous somehow. As I made my way home, the stares from the few remaining people outside only added to my discomfort. I looked down seeing my left foot encased in a boot while my right was left bare, clad only in a dark grey sock. I could keenly feel the uneven ground beneath the sole of my socked foot, though thankfully, the thickness of my sock provided some measure of protection.

Upon arriving home, I swiftly disposed of the remaining boot in the garbage container stationed out front, feeling a surge of liberation as I stepped inside, wearing only socks.

My Cousin Rick

Author – Montana

This happened back in the 7th grade my cousin moved in he was in the 8th and I thought this would be great like having a big brother and it was we got along great. The day before school started Mom took us clothes shopping for school new shirts jeans shorts and new shoes. Which was great I had outgrown my shoes Mom told us both to pick any shoes we wanted I picked a pair of Nike ACG Air Terra Antarktik GTX. Ricky my cousin got a pair of Jordan 1 High OG He had picked his first. My dad was so pissed over the cost but my mom said Ricky deserved something nice for once and she wasn’t leaving me out. I couldn’t wait for school the next day that night I tossed my old shoes they were so trashed and hurt my feet. I laid my new clothes out and went to bed. The next morning, I showered got dressed put on my socks my left high top reached for my right one and it was gone I looked everywhere are dog like to get stuff and chew on them. I asked Ricky if he knew where my shoe was, He said no and started looking for it. I asked my mom she started looking my dad said you better find it or learn to hop and he and Mom got into an argument over why she spent that much money on shoes again and how it was a bad idea. We kept looking even Ricky was helping talking about how much this sucked. My Dad came into my room and said we have to go, get in the car I’m not going to be late for work. We got in the car Ricky said we will find it after school. On the way I keep looking down at my Nike ACG Air Terra Antarktik GTX on my left foot and my white soak on my right foot begging Dad not to make me go to school. We pulled up in front of the school dad said go, we got out I walked in missing my shoe. Ricky keeps saying it will be fine just tell everyone your foot is hurt the teachers believed me don’t think anybody else did. The first part of the day sucked with all the comments and questions. We got home and I started looking everywhere dad got home and asked if I found my shoe. I said no he said wear one or find it. I had to go for six weeks not kidding it became just normal. Ricky’s mom and dad got their act together so he went back to live with them. I did not see him until the first week of March this year at a family reunion and it reminded me of what happened he was talking and He said you know I took your shoe and tossed in a clothes collection box because I wanted the best shoes. I picked mine then you picked better ones I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry.

The Vault. Pt2

Author – Jimbo

We had been locked inside the Vault for hours when Charlie finally returned, his brother Bobby threatened to beat him up again. This made Charlie reluctant to unlock the door, more out of fear than anything else. I desperately wanted to leave and tried to reassure him he would not come to any harm but Charlie did not trust his older sibling or his mates.
Charlie said he would get his other brother Chris to come and unlock the door and protect him at the same time. Bobby said their eldest brother would be at work. We weren’t going anywhere soon. I was hungry and cold, especially my feet, I pleaded with Charlie to at least give us our trainers back but he refused.
‘I want my shoes!’ Demanded Jeff.
Charlie ignored him before leaving us again. We were all pretty pissed off, if Chris does come and release us then Charlie would be safe, their older sibling was 25 and he could easily defend himself from Bobby, Jeff and me.
Having been locked up and shoeless all afternoon it was a relief to hear Chris’s voice coming from the stairs.
‘There had better be a good reason why you’ve brought me inside this abandoned building, I’m in a hurry. I am supposed to be meeting a girl from the office right now.’
He and Charlie appeared. Chris stared momentarily before bursting out laughing. He assumed we were trapped inside the vault and asked if we had called the fire brigade to rescue us.
‘We ain’t trapped, Charlie has the key, he says he’s too frightened to open the door. He knows I’m gonna beat the shit out of him when he does.’ Said Bobby.
Chris laughed even more, then he looked at our feet.
‘Where are your shoes?’ He asked.
Chris was doubled up with laughter, tears streaming down his face as I explained.
‘You’re telling me that a 13 year kid locked up three 17 year olds and took away your shoes aswell? You sad bunch of losers!’
Bobby demanded to be let out. ‘Just open the fucking door and give us our shoes.’ He said with embarrassment.
‘If I didn’t need to be somewhere else right now, I’d have fun with you three, you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.’ Replied Chris.
He looked at his watch before telling Charlie to fetch the key and our trainers. The youngest sibling left leaving Chris staring at Bobby through the bars with a big grin on his face.
‘You can’t blame Charlie for being frightened, after all if he had me locked up I would want to beat the living daylights out of him too.’ He said looking at his watch again.
‘I need to meet this girl, I’m already late. I’ll open the door, demand you don’t lay a finger on him just to cover myself if dad finds out. Then once I’ve gone you can beat the crap out of him.’
Bobby began to smile just as Charlie returned carrying our trainers. He dropped them on the floor and nervously gave the key to Chris. I could feel a sense of relief, my shoes were just feet away and the door was opening.
We moved towards the open door, Chris stepped forward spreading his arms to create a barrier, winked before telling us not to harm Charlie. We pretended to agree, as Chris turned to face Charlie the door was slammed in his face. Chris had inadvertently stepped inside the vault to make his fake gesture of protection and Charlie had seized upon it.
‘What the fuck!’ Shouted Chris.
‘I overheard your conversation, you weren’t going to stay and protect me!’ Screamed Charlie at his eldest brother.
‘Open the fucking door!’ Demanded Chris angrily.
I now knew where Bobby got his temper from as I watched Chris scream at Charlie.
Chris got out his phone, Charlie smiled knowing it was useless down here in the vault.
Chris was still in his office attire, Charlie looked at his brothers feet, he was wearing a pair of black Chelsea boots.

Jack on the Bus 2

Author – Jack

Jack’s trainers and phone where at the lost property office, much to his relief. His brothers white Nike Court Vision trainers where by the front door, Jack decided to wear them to go and collect his own trainers.
The lost property officer asked curiously as to why so many shoes were found on the bus, Jack wasn’t keen to admit the truth so said he and his mates were drunk and stupidly thought it would be fun to abandon them.
The guy said the fun would now cost £10 to retrieve them.
“I have to pay to get my shoes back?” Said Jack.
‘Get your mates to share the cost.’ Said the guy as he gave Jack a bag containing not only his shoes but the others too.
Jack was reluctant to take all the shoes but didn’t want to admit to lying.
His phone was dead, he would have to charge it at work.
He hurried home and got confronted by his younger brother for wearing his Nike Courts.
‘Just because you lost your own shoes doesn’t mean you can wear mine.’ Said his brother Nick.
Jack had no time to argue, he kicked off his brothers trainers and hurried up the stairs in his socks to get changed for work.
Jack emptied the bag of shoes onto his bedroom floor, he still felt guilty about taking them, his Air Force Ones were looking grubby, he noticed the drunk guys black loafers. He put them on, a snug fit with his white sport socks, he changed them for a pair of black ribbed socks, the shoes fitted perfectly he looked quite smart.
A busy teatime rush of workers grabbing a beer before heading home had ended, the other barstaff went home leaving Jack alone until closing time. His newly acquired loafers had been comfortable on his feet especially when he could slip in and out of them allowing his feet to cool from the AC.
Later that evening the place was empty until a young guy entered. As Jack poured his pint, the guy said he had lost his shoes the night before, it was the drunk guy from the bus. Then the guy remembered talking to Jack at the bus stop.
‘Did you see who took my shoes on the bus last night?’ He asked.
Jack’s face was bright red as looked at his feet. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by the guy who leaned over the bar and looked at Jack’s footwear.
‘You’re wearing my shoes!’
‘I can explain!’ Said Jack.
‘You stole the shoes off my feet, I’m calling the police!’
Jack told him to calm down as he tried to explain but the guy wasn’t listening he was too angry. The guy demanded his shoes and free beer or he would definitely call the police. Jack removed the loafers and passed them over the bar, then poured the guy another pint.
Jack was feeling pretty pissed off, it had cost him £10 to retrieve the shoes and now he would have to pay for this guys beer too! He still had no shoes on his feet and none of it was his fault.
After several pints, the guy left carrying the loafers leaving Jack shoeless. More customers arrived, as Jack stood serving behind the bar he could feel his socks sticking to the dirty beer stained floor.
Eventually Jack closed up and headed for the bus stop. Another bus journey home in his socked feet, fortunately wearing black socks made his shoeless feet less noticeable.
As the bus headed out of town Jack switched on his now fully charged phone. He reviewed the video from last night. The camera view from the bus floor showed several pairs of feet. Two pairs removed their trainers, then Jacks feet came into view, he watched uncomfortably as he took his own trainers off. After a while his and the other socked feet disappeared down the stairs of the bus followed by the teenagers. As he was about to stop the video the teenagers feet reappeared, he listened to their conversation.
‘Did you recognise the guy who took off the Air Force 1’s? It was Nicks older brother.’ Said the voice of the masked teen who Jack thought he knew last night.
Then Jack remembered his conversation with his brother earlier. How else would Nick have known about him losing his shoes. He was feeling pretty angry as he rode the bus home in his socked feet again but a smile appeared on his face. His brother and his mates had some explaining to do!

The Shoe Patrol

Author – Jman

The student union had several study rooms, lounges and a snack bar. It was a comfortable place to study and hang out with friends. Often students would take off their shoes and roam the student union in socked feet. The problem was that when students took off their shoes they would leave them on the floor in walkways where people could trip over them. There had been a few times where students had almost tripped over other students’ shoes. Also it became hard to vacuum the floor with all these shoes lying about on the floor. These concerns were raised to the managers of the student union.

In response to this lockers were placed in the student union where students could leave their shoes and walk around in their socks. A policy was made that shoes must be kept in lockers and not on the floor and that any shoes left unattended would be removed. Despite the warning and the policy shoes were still being left on the floor in areas where people could trip over them. Many of the students did not want to pay the fifty cents to rent a shoe locker.

Unattended shoes were still a big problem and something had to be done. The student union decided to hire two students who would be known as the shoe patrol. There job would be to go throughout the student union with a trash bag and if they found any unattended shoes left on the floor, they were to take the shoes and put them in their trash bags. At the end of their shift the collected shoes were to be taken to the shredder in the basement where the shoes would be shredded and the remains would be recycled.

Joe and Wendy were hired to be the shoe patrol.. Joe and Wendy believed in following rules and believed in zero tolerance for breaking the rules. Joe and Wendy started their rounds.

Meanwhile Jason was in one of the study rooms. Jason had a habit of always taking off his shoes, leaving them in a study room and roaming the student union in his socks. Today was no exception. Jason took of his brown oxford school shoes and set them aside. He got up to take a break and left his shoes unattended. On the way back he stopped in the lounge and began to watch a tv show. He did not think about his shoes being unattended. He had left them in study rooms before and nothing happened.

As Jason went back to the study room, he saw Joe in the distance placing his shoes into the trash bag. Jason tried to get back to the study room to save his shoes but it was too late. The shoes were already in the trash bag. Once the shoes are in the trash bag, they cannot be returned but had to be taken to the shredder. As Jason, in his white socks, came into the study room, Joe said, “Were these your shoes?” ‘Yes,” Jason replied.

Jason accepted the fact that his shoes were gone. Joe continued his rounds.

to be continued…

Drunk guys trainers at a bar

Author – Anonymous

It was a typical Friday night at the local bar, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, chatter, and laughter filling every corner of the room. I had just arrived, eager to unwind after a long week at work. As I made my way to the bar to order a drink, I couldn’t help but notice a group of rowdy guys in the corner, clearly already several drinks deep.

Among the group was a particularly intoxicated guy wearing a pair of sleek Nike 270’s trainers. His movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, his words slurring together as he stumbled to the bathroom. Curiosity piqued, I decided to follow him, wondering what trouble he might get himself into next.

I slipped into the bathroom unnoticed and saw the drunk guy stumble into a stall, his trainers visible beneath the door. Without a second thought, I crouched down and reached under the stall, quickly untying the shoelaces of his left shoe. The drunk guy was too distracted by his own state to even notice, giving me the perfect opportunity to yank his shoe off his foot.

Feeling a rush of excitement, I repeated the process on his right shoe, the guy still oblivious to my actions. I couldn’t believe my luck as I held his expensive trainers in my hands, a mischievous grin on my face. But I wasn’t done yet.

With a quick glance around the bathroom, I located the stall next to the drunk guy’s. I slipped inside, taking off my own shoes and setting them aside. Then I smell the inside of his trainers still smelled new and fresh, a stark contrast to the dingy bathroom. I inhaled deeply, the scent of new shoes filling my senses.

I then reached into my backpack, pulling out a fresh pair of socks. I slipped them on, relishing the feeling of clean fabric against my skin. With a sense of satisfaction, I carefully placed my own shoes into my backpack, making room for the stolen trainers. Sliding my feet into the drunk guy’s trainers, I adjusted the lacing to fit comfortably, relishing the feeling of walking in such expensive shoes.

Feeling a thrill unlike any other, I exited the stall and casually made my way out of the bathroom. The drunk guy was still inside, unaware that his prized trainers were now on my feet. I made my way back to the bar, ordering a drink and downing it in one gulp.

As I made my way out of the bar, the stolen trainers snug on my feet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The rush of pulling off such a daring heist, the satisfaction of walking in expensive shoes that weren’t mine, it was a feeling I never wanted to end. I made my way home, the stolen trainers now a prized possession in my collection.

And as I drifted off to sleep that night, the stolen trainers by my bed, I couldn’t help but revel in the thrill of the night’s events. It was a heist unlike any other, a daring act of theft that left me feeling alive and invigorated. The stolen trainers were more than just shoes, they were a symbol of my daring and creativity, a reminder that sometimes, the best adventures come from the most unexpected places.

Cocky Bully basketball player

Author – Anonymous

When I arrived at the party, the first thing that caught my eye was the flashy pair of Nike Kd Trey 5’s basketball shoes that adorned the feet of a cocky basketball player. He strutted around with a slight swagger, clearly aware of the attention his footwear was garnering. As the night went on, I couldn’t shake the desire to possess those shoes for myself.

I mustered up the courage to approach the basketball player and strike up a conversation. He greeted me with a casual nod and a dismissive “see you around the party,” clearly not interested in engaging in small talk. Undeterred, I kept a close eye on him throughout the night, making sure he didn’t slip away before I had a chance to make my move.

As the party began to die down and guests started to filter out, I noticed the basketball player heading towards one of the guest rooms. I followed behind discreetly, ensuring that he didn’t realize he was being tailed. Once he entered the room and closed the door behind him, I quickly locked it from the outside, trapping him inside.

I waited in the shadows, biding my time until I was certain he had fallen asleep. When the room fell silent, I cautiously cracked the door open and peered inside. The basketball player was sprawled out on the bed, his legs hanging off the edge due to his towering height. This was my moment.

Quietly, I tiptoed into the room and approached the bed where the basketball player lay motionless. With trembling hands, I reached out and began to touch his shoes tentatively, almost reverently. The Nike Kd Trey 5’s were even more impressive up close, the sleek design and vibrant colors beckoning me closer.

Gathering my courage, I carefully slipped the shoes off his feet, being careful not to disturb him. His snoring filled the room, providing cover for my daring act. With the prized possessions in hand, I made my escape, leaving the basketball player none the wiser.

As I walked away from the party, a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The thrill of my heist made my heart race, knowing that I had successfully managed to take what I desired without anyone suspecting a thing. As I glanced back at the house, I smirked to myself, knowing that the basketball player would wake up in confusion, his beloved shoes missing.

For weeks, I kept the stolen Nike Kd Trey 5’s hidden away, only daring to wear them on the weekends when the basketball player was unlikely to spot them. The shoes served as a constant reminder of my audacious feat, fueling my desire for more excitement and adventure.

In the end, the stolen shoes became both a coveted prize and a burden, a symbol of my daring escapade that I would never forget. The thrill of the chase and the rush of adrenaline lingered in my memory, a testament to the lengths I would go to in pursuit of what I desired. And though the basketball player never discovered the truth behind his missing shoes, I knew that my actions had left an indelible mark on both of us.