There’s a reason for laces

Author – Country Lad

The three of were spending a fairly aimless day wandering about and we found ourselves on an old deserted railway line and we were just kicking stones along the track. Phil gave the stone a particularly good kick and his right trainer flew off down the embankment. Stood there in his one remaining Reebok Classic and one white sock he had no choice but to scramble down the embankment to hunt for his other trainer. The embankment was full of rocks and brambles which made progress slow and painful. He asked if Pete of I would lend him a right shoe while he looked. Pete felt sorry for him, unlaced his right Nike trainer and threw it down leaving him standing in one grey trainer and one stripey sock. Phil kept searching but had no luck at all. He climbed back up the embankment in odd trainers feeling very sorry for himself, I guess it broke the mood of the day so we turned round to head for home Phil in one socked foot as he had given the trainer back to Pete, who was pleased as he had not enjoyed walking even a small distance in his socked foot. Phil kept moaning about having only one trainer and I said he was soft for complaining, Right said Phil if you think its so easy lend me your trainer and you walk in your sock – no better yet walk in both socks and give me both trainers I bet you darn’t. I’ve never refused a dare so I handed over my size 8 Air Max trainers and walked on in my grey sports socks. Phil tried to put on my right trainer but he was a size 10 so he had no chance so he just carried them. Only Phil had both his shoes on and I am sure that’s how he wanted it to stay.  We came off the old railway track to head home and were soon at the edge of some farm land with about half an hours walk home to go and being a country lad walking in my socks did not bother me. Phil was still moaning about being in one shoe and Pete suggested he should throw the remaining one away and stop moaning, You take yours off and I will yelled an exasperated Phil. Pete Took his shoes off laughing and we waited for Phil to throw his remaining shoe away, We started chanting “throw it” to further wind him up and after a few moments he did so by that time all three of us were in our socks and that’s how we stayed till we got close to home when Pete and I put our shoes back on leaving Phil to finish the journey in his white socks.

Lucky me…

Author – Takemyshoes65

So, here’s an unplanned story for you all. By unplanned, I mean that I’ve been writing up some true stories that have happened to me in my life and, whilst I’ve been doing this, what you’re about to read happened to me. So, as it’s rather fresh in my memory I thought I’d submit this before anything else. I work on a campus, in an office. I live about a 40 minute walk away and I don’t drive so I walk every day. As I reached campus, the sole of my boot came apart and I had no Idea what to do. I didn’t fancy another walk and this had happened to a colleague of mine before so I thought to hell with it, I’ll go in to the office and take the jokes. There isn’t much more to the story other than the fact that I live in a fairly rural area so my sock got absolutely caked in mud on the walk home and my toes were numb. Luckily for me, I get a kick out of this sort of thing so I wasn’t as frustrated as the normal person. However, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. I’ve attached some photos of my rather embarrassing day for your pleasure.

My sister

Author – a younger brother

It all started with my older sister who is in 11th grade. And me, her younger brother. I am in 8th grade. That day I was wearing a grey champion sweatshirt, black joggers, and white and black Air Jordan ones. We were on our phones when all of a sudden she asks me if I wanted to have a game of hockey. Me vs her. I did not have nothing really do so I said fine. We walked outside to get the puck and hockey sticks and right away she started showing off her hockey skills because she plays hockey. I play baseball, football, and baseball so I don’t really play hockey that much. I just stood there waiting for her to be finished. Then finally she said ready to loose. I said nah not today. We started playing and she scored on me first. Then she scored on me two more times. Then after that she said wanna make a bet. I said what’s the bet. She said if you win you get 50 bucks. I then asked what if I loose. She then replied if you loose you have to give me your right shoe. I asked for how long. She said however long I want. I was not about to chicken out so I accepted. We decided on first to 5 wins. We started playing and I scored 2 on her. Then she kept scoring and eventually won 5 to 2. After we put everything away she said give me your shoe. I said fine and bent down and untied my right air Jordan. I the slipped of my shoe revealing my white dri-fit Nike sock. I then handed her my shoe and we walked back in our house. When we got in the house she went to who room and opens the door. She then tossed my shoe in her room locked the door, and then went downstairs to the living room. The next day I woke up, got a shower, and got dressed. When I was putting on my air Jordan’s I realized I only had the left one. I then asked my sister for my shoe back but she said no, I get to keep it for as long as I want. I then slid on my left shoe and got on the bus. Right when I got on the bus everyone started looking at my right white dri-fit nike sock. I went to set down in my seat and I asked my sister long are you going to keep my shoe. She said I don’t know, besides you don’t need your shoe. I then replied yea I kind of do. She then got on her phone and so did I. When we got to school I got off the bus and walked like normal even though I was wearing a sock on my right foot. When I got to my locker everyone started asking me questions. I just told then the truth I lost my shoe in a bet with my sister. My parents did not really care if my sister took my shoe because they are crazy over her. I got my binder and walked to class. When I got to first period I could tell that the teacher saw my socked foot but I did not really care. My friend who sat next to me asked when is your sister going to give you your shoe back. I said probably never knowing her. We both laughed and went on with the day. When I went to second period I looked at the the bottom of my dri-fit Nike sock. The bottom was some what brown with was very dirty. There was even some people’s hairs on the bottom. I tried to pat off my sock so it could look a little better on the bottom but nothing really worked. After a few more classes it was lunch time. I ate lunch and then went out for recess. We played football and I scored two touch downs in one shoe. It made my sock dirty but at this point I don’t really care. We all went back in and finished the day and it was time to go home. When I got on the bus my sister asked how was your day with one shoe. I told her she was not funny and we both got on our phones. That bet happened 3 weeks ago and I still have not got my shoe back. And to make matters worse almost all my socks are white. I’m thinking of doing a 1 v 1 with her in basketball and if I win I get her right shoe which is a white converse high top. The only thing is it would be hard for me to play since I don’t have nothing but socks to wear on my right foot. Comment what I should do?

Vanishing Vans

Author – Roger

A very long day at work, having started with leaving home at 6am and by 8pm I was at last heading home on the bus, in this case a rattly old single decker. There were half a dozen people on the bus so I sat at the back where there was no one around. I kicked off my Vans stretched out and after a while I dozed off, eventually the rattling of the bus woke me up and a jerky stop woke me up fully, looking out of the window I realised to my dismay that I had passed my stop and I was in the next small town 2 miles from home .Looking round for my shoes I realised they had vanished, I looked under all the seats but there was no sign of them, someone must have crept up and stolen them. At the next bus stop I got up ran to the front of the bus and dived off before the driver could check my ticket, so there I was 2 miles from home in my socks. There were no shops open of course at this time there was little option but to walk. 2 miles does not sound too far its only 40 minutes or so normally but I have never had to do it without shoes on. At the start it was easy as I was at the side of a road with good footpaths but part way along the footpath ended so I was waking at the edge of the actual road which was much stonier and I had to watch out for glass in the road. A few people noticed I was in socks and beeped their horns adding to my lack of pleasure. By the time I got home there were holes in my dark grey socks and they were fit for the bin. Not a good day.

What a fool

Author – Stupid lad

It was the day after my 19th Birthday and my mates wanted to take me into town for a drink to celebrate my Birthday as it was Thursday evening. I had got from my Girlfriend a pair of Timberland boots size 10 which I had wanted for ages and because I was keen to wear them every chance I got as I could not wear them for work as I was supposed to wear black more formal shoes. We had a great night out and visited several clubs and as I was wasted I crashed at a mates house. I had to be up well early so as to be able to get home to change to go to work. The main road where the bus route ran was only a few minutes away in the car so I reckoned it was not too far to walk. It was 7am and the streets were quiet and I was enjoying the walk, though it was further than I had though. Three lads were coming towards me and they were jostling each other and joking about. The blond lad blocked my path and his mates crowded in close – “its breakfast time and you are buying” he said, trying to keep my voice steady I said I only had a few ponds and some change, “that’s Ok mate” he said in a friendly tone, “I am sure you have a phone and a wallet we can use” a second lad piped up “if there is a bank card we can go to the cash machine too that will get us breakfast”. They walked me up a road on our right where there was a petrol station with a cashpoint outside, taking my wallet they took out my bank card they slotted it in the machine and said “pin” I cant remember it I said I never use the card I sad but they were not having it, I felt something cold and hard on the back of my neck –“ lets try again pin” “please I begged don’t hurt me” the only answer I got was PIN. I reluctantly typed it in and the machine gave back my card and then the £200 cash, “thank you” they said as they pocketed the cash along with my wallet and phone and they marched me off from the well lit forecourt into darker back streets, One lad who had not spoken before said, in a really bored voice “ I want your hoodie” “I can’t man I said – ive nowt on under it” Between them they pulled my hoodie over my head. The first lad who could hardly stop laughing asked what size the Timberlands were “10 I said almost crying “ Lets see if they fit me he said kicking off his tatty trainers and standing there in his dirty white socks – come on he yelled my socks are getting wet – off came the new boots – “thanks he said a perfect fit”. One lad started pulling at my jeans belt and it was soon undone. The older blond lad said “that’s enough lads let the poor sod go hees had enough and I took my signal to un like heck from the scene. Many years ago I had learned on nights out to always stick a £10 note down my sock for emergencies and I fished it out enabling me to finally catch the bus home. The driver eyed me up as I got on but he finally let me board. The journey home was un eventful and I finally showered and changed for work, and I was about on time. Saving a few pounds by not getting a cab home – fool.

Shoes stolen from college

Author – Sneakerstealer

Back when I was in college I loved going to parties to check out all the awesome shoes the guys would wear. I would be pretty bold checking out their feet and shoes since most were pretty intoxicated and wouldn’t even notice. There’s been multiple times where I’ve walked away with prizes too. One such time goes as follows.

My second year of college started off with a bang. The first week of school is usually prime time for stealing guys shoes since the weather is still nice and almost all the guys are busy getting drunk and enjoying their college experience. The first Friday night of the school year and almost every frat house was having a party. I like showing up once a party is in full swing. At that point everyone is pretty drunk and you can just walk right on in without anyone saying anything. The first party I get to and already I see a bunch of guys drunk off their asses in the front yard. None of them were wearing any shoes I was interested in so I paid them no mind. Once I got inside though it was a whole different ballgame. Walking through the entryway I see this tall brown haired guy with his girlfriend, both pretty wasted. He was about 6’1, average build, brownish eyes. Overall he was pretty normal looking except for his hot ass shoes. He was wearing black hi top Supras, instant turn on for me. Not gunna lie I stared for a good minute before I could even think straight. I knew I had to have his shoes. Listening in to their conversation his girlfriend really wanted to leave (something about another party) and he wanted to stay. She was practically begging to go, almost dragging him out the door. I was getting prepared to follow when he stopped her and told her he’s staying but she can go if she wanted to. Now as you can imagine I was thrilled, makes my job easier if he’s alone. She got pretty mad and I could tell she really wanted him to come with her but she eventually kissed him and left. Score! Now, here’s where my job begins. How do I get this hottie out of his shoes? He seemed like a nice guy but approaching him with conversation really wasn’t my style. I prefer to remain anonymous so that any questions asked won’t involve me. After about 20 minutes and a few more drinks he headed toward the living room where the beer pong tournament was going on. As you can imagine I was getting pretty worried I wouldn’t be able to grab his shoes but my luck turned around when he started talking to some party goers who were sliding down the hardwood floor in the hallway in their socks. They convinced him to try it so he took off his supras and left them by the couch where the rest of them did. Fuck I was so damn excited you have no idea! I sat on the couch pretty close to the collection of shoes and pretended to watch the beer pong tournament. He slid a couple times before falling and spilling the rest of his drink. He started laughing and heading toward the kitchen to grab a new one when I realized my moment had come. As soon as he was out of eyesight I casually got up and pretended to stumble a bit in the direction of his shoes. My left hand landed perfectly on both his supras while my right hand landed on a pair of classic vans (another pair I had my eye on, shorter guy with blond hair) so I grabbed them both and wrapped my hoodie around them. Looking around, nobody seemed to notice so I made my way toward the door. Now, you’d think I would just book it and leave but no, I like to know how they react to loosing their shoes so I threw both of my new prizes in the neighbors bushes and walked back into the house. As I walked into the kitchen to get another drink I see the guy with the supras still in the kitchen while the guy with the vans was back in the living room. I got myself a drink and hear some random girl at the party ask a group of people if they’ve seen any vans around. I got excited and listened in closer. Apparently he had gone back for his shoes almost immediately after I took them (close call) and he couldn’t find them anywhere. Supra guy said there where shoes by the couch and she said they looked there. As she moved onto asking another group of people, supra guy walked back into the living room and stopped in his tracks as he noticed his shoes gone too. He started freaking out looking all around the couch and under the beer pong table but to no avail. He started cussing and started asking people around the room if they’d seen his shoes. The tournament was pretty loud though so nobody really cared or knew. At that point I decided to take my leave and claim my new prizes. Leaving the house I started walking toward the bushes I hid both their shoes in and quickly nabbed them and walked away. Once I was a good distance away I looked at my prizes. The supras were size 12.5 and were decently worn in, some wear on the bottom and the insoles, and they smelled heavenly. The vans were also pretty worn in and size 9.5, didn’t smell as good but still had a good scent to them. Trust me when I say I still to this day have fun with both their shoes. 😉

I never heard anything else happen with that party, so I knew I was in the clear. I’ve got other stories too, I will continue to post if people are interested. Thanks for reading!!

Delayed revenge

Author – Lucas

Me and my mate Harry heard that our old school was getting demolished so we got a bus one evening to go take one last look at the old place. It was ten years since we attended the school and we wanted to go inside and look around. The place was derelict and protected by a high fence. We walked the fence perimeter looking for access when a security guard appeared. “Well if it isn’t Harry and Lucas” he said. We didn’t recognise him. “It’s me Nev, we where in year 10 together” he said. He was now a 6ft bearded giant far from his wirery schoolboy frame of years ago. We explained our presence, “Come back in an hour when everyone has gone, there’s a gate from the field at the rear” he said before walking off.
Over a beer in a nearby pub we reminisced about our school days and how we picked on Nev the ‘nerdy kid’ who was now a security guard built like a brick outhouse. A few beers later we walked across the field, the bottom of our trainers where getting muddy. Nev locked the gate after we entered. Inside the building we stumbled over some copper piping strewn across the floor, “Can you just stack that piping next to the door lads, it’s getting dark and we don’t want to fall over it on the way out” he asked. We gathered up all the copper and placed it by the door. As we explored we started to remember our teachers and their nicknames we gave them. In the sports hall, Harry laughed “Superman would of confiscated our shoes for just wearing them in here” referring to our old P.E. teacher who looked like Clark Kent as he pointed to our muddy shoe prints we had just put on the gym floor. Inside the main building we climbed the stairs and walked along the corridor, I recognised the classroom used for detention and said “We managed to avoid this place”. Nev replied “Yes, but at my expense, I spent too much time in socked feet in that room because of you two”. Harry laughed but Nev reminded us both that we bullied him into taking the blame for everything. As we walked inside Nev closed the door and said menacingly “Time you two experienced my humiliation” He took off his jacket revealling his rather muscular arms and chest. “You’re getting detention” he said flexing his muscles as he demanded we both sit on the empty classroom floor, we told him we where leaving. “Even if you both think you can take me on and get out the door I’ll just call the police” he said. “Trespassing isn’t a crime” I said. He replied “But burglary is, your fingerprints are all over that copper piping that you placed by the exit and your shoe prints are all over the sports hall, you’ll get caught” With a smug grin he again told us to sit on the floor. “Detention or a night in the police cells and a criminal record”. Harry looked at me, I said we where just kids back then. He leaned against the closed door and got out his phone “Police it is then”. I reluctantly sat on the dirty floor quickly followed by Harry. Nev put back on his jacket, his muscle flexing intimidation had worked, he said “Now you’ve accepted your detention I need to confiscate your property so empty your pockets”. Harry protested but Nev intimidated him by pretending to take off his jacket showing his chest. We took out our phones and wallets, Nev placed them in his pockets.
Then with a big smile on his face he said “Detention also means shoe confiscation” This time I protested “You’ve made your point, we’re all adults here, give us back our stuff, it’s not school, it’s not detention and I’m not taking off my shoes”. I stood up, Nev squared up to me, his huge frame was intimidating. “You are in a school, you wanted to be here, you are getting detention so take off your fucking shoes” he shouted. I sat back down and pulled off my new black/burgandy New Balance 500 trainers as Harry took off his grey Adidas Originals LA trainers. “Now cross your legs and put your hands on your head” he said as he picked up our shoes “Now you know how humiliated I felt all those years ago sat shoeless on that floor after being bullied into taking your punishment”. Harry attempted some empathy as he said “As a grown man having my shoes confiscated and sitting on this cold floor in socked feet with hands on my head like a naughty schoolboy is probably more embarrassing and humiliating”. Nev looked down at Harry’s black socked feet, pleased with his humiliation. Nev said he’d wanted his revenge on us both for years and couldn’t believe his luck when we both appeared earlier this evening.
Nev then said he needed to leave us to go do his job of security checking the building. He again warned us not to leave even in our socked feet as he’d still call the police. He left with our phones and wallets in his pockets and carrying our shoes. I must admit I got excited watching someone walk off with my trainers leaving me in my socks, perhaps I should of gotten detention at school afterall. It didn’t last long as reality kicked in realising I was now shoeless.
I stared at my white socks and told Harry “What if he doesn’t really work here and he’s just robbed us, how long do we wait to find out”
We are two shoeless men, stranded or trapped in a derelict school not knowing if we had been robbed or being punished.
It was now dark outside and inside the empty classroom, we had no phone, no money and no shoes!
Do we stay or leave?
What would happen?
What would you do?