Author – Unlucky lad
I had read in a newspaper about thieves having their shoes confiscated by a shop owner. The thought of having to give up your shoes and forced to walk home shoeless excited me. I wanted to check the store out but it was on the other side of town and I don’t drive. One day after college I decided to take a bus and visit the shop. I wandered around the store, the thought of leaving shoeless was overwhelming but I was no thief and the shame of stealing would be unbearable. As I bought a drink I noticed all the confiscated footwear, there was school shoes, work boots but mostly trainers. I got excited again, I wished I could watch a shoplifter take off their shoes and hand them over.
On the bus home I thought again about getting my shoes confiscated and having to ride this bus home in socked feet. The thrill and fear excited and scared me at the same time but I really wanted the experience, so I decided to become a thief, for one day only.
I wore my red Adidas Originals with white stripes, wearing black socks would be less noticeable when I lose my shoes. My red trainers would stand out against all the other confiscated footwear on the shelf. I took enough money for my bus fares and the cost of a drink to purchase. I was getting nervous as I sat on the bus but I kept looking at my red trainers, the thought of getting them taken kept me going. I arrived at the shop, I looked for something to steal, too big would be stupidly obvious and too small and I may not be noticed. I looked at magazines big enough to see but also easy to conceal inside my jacket. I grabbed two computer magazines and put them inside my jacket and zipped it up. I took a canned drink to the till. I was nervous and shaking crazily, ‘You OK’ said the shopkeeper as I paid for my drink. I headed quickly to the exit, I was regretting what I had done, the shame of stealing was unbearable, I now didn’t want to be caught. A hand grabbed my shoulder, I felt light headed and trembled as I turned around. ‘You forgot your drink’ said the shopkeeper. I grabbed my drink, thanked him and quickly left. My adrenaline was still high as I got on the bus. By the time I reached home I was disappointed but relieved that I had not been caught.
A few weeks later I had a date, a new girl at college. She was gorgeous and she had a car. I was broke so it was really a drive out in her car more than a date. She looked great in her pink Adidas trainers and jeans, I was wearing my new black Nike Air Max trainers with jeans. We’d been to an out of town retail park, window shopping. On the way back she wanted a drink and pulled up outside a shop, not just any shop but the shop I had stolen from. We went inside and the guilt came back as if I had just done it. We queued at the till and I had started shaking. The shopkeeper noticed my nervous behaviour and remembered me from my previous visit. As we walked to the door I was stopped by another guy who accused me of theft. My face went white then red through fear and embarrassment. My date said we haven’t stolen anything but the shopkeeper said it was on a previous visit and showed us both a photograph image from the cctv showing me putting the magazines in my jacket. ‘You didn’t tell me you’re a thief’ my date shouted as she stormed out of the shop. I tried to follow but was stopped and taken back to the till. The shopkeeper pointed to a sign about taking shoes and looked down at my feet. ‘Can I just pay for the magazines’ I pleaded even though I had no money. ‘Return tomorrow and pay double, then we’ll return your shoes, so take them off’. My face was red with embarrasment as several customers watched me remove my shoes, I remembered wanting to be one of them. The guy took my shoes and placed them on the counter, I could tell he was admiring my new Nikes.
I told them I was a student and couldn’t afford to pay double, I couldn’t even afford to pay single as they where expensive mags that I’d stolen. I explained that I was no thief and the reason why. ‘Are you excited now your stood in your socks whilst I have your shoes’ he said with a smirk on his face. I wasn’t as I was squirming with embarrassment stood there as one of their typical shoeless thieves.
‘I’ll cut you some slack’ he said. ‘You can pay single price and get your shoes back tomorrow but you have to return as you are now, shoeless. But fail to return tomorrow and I will own your trainers’ he said as he put my shoes on the shelf. People where staring at my shoeless feet as I was staring at my now confiscated Nikes. I wasn’t feeling excited like I’d thought when I imagined it weeks earlier.
I promised I’d be back and left the shop in my thin white Nike socks. It had been a while since my date left me but I was hoping she would be in her car waiting, especially as my only money was spent on the drinks which I’d left in the shop. Unfortunately she wasn’t and I had a long journey home in socked feet. After my initial embarrassment and adrenaline had calmed I was getting a thrill being forced to walk shoeless through the streets.
How was I going to pay, do I return shoeless to save money or do I say goodbye to my Nikes forever? A lot of questions to answer as I walked in my thin white socks which where becoming thinner by the minute.
Losing my date and shoes was not how I had planned ending my evening.
Author – unlucky lad
Response to ‘Lovetoshoeswap’ story request.
I had gone to a party at an apartment on the other side of town with my best friend, it was his work colleague’s party. I just tagged along in my t-shirt, black skinny jeans with black vans on my feet. The party was pretty boring with crap music so the best thing to do was get drunk. There was a lot of girls to talk to but I got drunk fairly quickly and sat down before I fell down. The room started spinning as I closed my eyes. I must of fallen asleep. I eventually woke up, the music had been turned down and the room had fewer people in it. I looked at my watch, it was late. I stood up and realised I wasn’t wearing any shoes. “What the fuck” I said as i looked down at my white socked feet. I was unsteady as I searched for my shoes but couldn’t find them.
I couldn’t find my friend either, had he taken them as a prank? No he wouldn’t as back in school a bully took his shoes. After spending all day in socked feet he vowed never to let anyone be as humiliated as he was.
A pair of plimsolls lay on the floor, everyone else was wearing shoes, whoever had taken my Vans must of left them behind. They looked new but you could tell they where cheap but I had no choice but to put them on unless I wanted to walk home in my socks.
As I headed for the door I passed someone wearing black vans like mine but I was too drunk to question him over his footwear even though he was looking at my feet. I walked home wondering if the feet that had occupied these cheap shoes I was now wearing where feeling more comfortable in my worn Vans.
Had I just passed the thief wearing my shoes as I wore his? I wasn’t happy that my favourite shoes had been stolen.
Author – Unlucky Lad
Theft had been reduced significantly since taking shoes from the shoplifters but some still tried. A 17 year old failed to steal vodka. He was made to remove his Asics trainers leaving him stood in his white socks, being underage for alcohol he was told an adult was needed to resolve the issue before he could retrieve his shoes. The lad was embarrassed as he passed several customers in his socked feet as he left the store.
Moments later the lad returned with his dad, “Nobody steals my son’s shoes” shouted his father demanding their return. The teenager always looked up to his dad, his hero, always sorting out his problems, here he was getting his shoes back. Bart told the irate father that his son stole from them. “You lost no vodka so why should my son lose his shoes” said the dad. Bart informed him that stolen items must be paid for before giving back the shoes. “No” said the dad. “Then we keep his shoes” said Bart. The dad looked at his disappointed son standing in his socks. “I’ll pay for the bloody vodka” he said. His son looked pleased to be getting his shoes back. “You can pay but you can’t have it as it is for your underage son” said Bart. Rather than pay for nothing the dad claimed his son doesn’t drink and he was getting it for him. “So your responsible for the theft” asked Bart. The dad was stuck for an answer, saying ‘no’ and he’d be paying only for his sons shoes to be returned, but saying ‘yes’ then he’d also get the vodka which he didn’t really want but he had to pay either way. “Yes” said the father . Bart said he’d have to call the police. “No police” said the dad.
“Then hand over your shoes or we will call the police” said Bart as he pointed to the sign “Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes”
The father felt embarrassed, his strategy for retrieving his sons shoes had backfired and he was now surrendering his own shoes in front of his son and other customers. He took off his Nike trainer’s giving them to the shopkeeper who placed them next to the son’s confiscated footwear. The dad demanded to pay immediately to get their shoes back. “No” said Bart “You have to do the ‘shoeless walk of shame’ out of our shop, that’s just one of the reasons why we take your shoes, you can pay and collect your shoes tomorrow when you pay £100 for the vodka”
“£100” shouted the dad “I don’t have that much money to pay”
“Well he shouldn’t of stolen expensive vodka. If you don’t pay then you don’t get the vodka and we get to keep your shoes.
Father and son did the ‘shoeless walk of shame’. The son embarrassed to be leaving again without his trainers and the father embarrassed leaving in socked feet in their own neighbourhood and not having enough money to pay and retrieve their confiscated shoes and the vodka that he really didn’t want.
Author – unlucky lad
A man in his thirties enters the shop with his two young daughters, he goes to the counter to buy cigarettes as his little girls go to the confectionary aisle and put sweets in their pockets. As the man pays for his cigarettes Dillon discreetly tells him his girls have put sweets in their pockets. “They’re young and don’t understand” he says apologetically, telling the girls to put the sweets back. The girls looked disappointed so Dillon suggests daddy could just pay for the sweets. The guy says he has no more money.
“But daddy you said if we hide the sweets we could keep them” said the young girl. Her sister said “You did say we could after you finished your games next door”. Dillon was annoyed at the man and discreetly pointed at the sign attached to the shelf displaying other shoplifters shoes. ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’.
Dillon leaned over the counter and said to the girls. “Daddy is going to play a game with you, he is going to give you his shoes and you must go and hide them in the shop. If daddy finds his shoes, you lose but if daddy cannot find them, you win and you get your sweets”.
“Yay” shouts the girls “Hurry up daddy give us your shoes”
The man goes red faced as he has no choice but to go along with the charade and reluctantly takes off his Adidas Samba trainers and gives them to his daughters. They leaving him standing at the till in his black socks as they run off with a shoe each. “Hide them well if you want to win your sweets” shouts Dillon. As the girls disappear the man gets a telling off by Dillon. “You take your daughters next door into a betting shop, gamble away all your money except enough for cigarettes then tell your girls to steal sweets. Pretty selfish and despicable”. The man looks down at his shoeless feet feeling ashamed.
“You’re going to pretend you can’t find your shoes and let the girls think they’ve won. You can pay for the sweets and collect your trainers tomorrow provided we can find them.
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.
Author – Unlucky Lad
It was early December and the three 15 year old pals had been watching the usual vlogs on You Tube. “We can do one of those overnight challenges” said Bryn. “Where?” said Stan. “The out of town shopping centre” replied Nick. They agreed to get the bus on Friday, tell their parents they’d be stopping over at one another’s houses and hide until the centre closed and have some fun.
They arrived in the shopping centre and looked around for somewhere to hide. They decided a children’s play area would be ideal but kids where still playing and they’d have to wait til it emptied. They wandered around and noticed Santa’s Grotto “We’ll have some fun in there later” said Bryn. An hour later they heard an announcement telling shoppers the place was closing. They went and hid in the play area. A short while later the place was quiet, Bryn switched on his Go Pro and they started exploring. Now that the place was empty and quiet their trainers could be heard squeaking on the polished floor. So they walked slowly to Santa’s Grotto. When they arrived they could hear voices so hid behind Santa’s sleigh. “Perhaps a guard heard our shoes squeaking” whispered Nick. The voices disappeared and the boys decided to take off their trainers, they could run around and slide on the floor in their socks and nobody would hear them. The only thing was they would have to carry their shoes. “Let’s hide them in Santa’s sleigh, there’s lots of empty ‘present’ boxes. Bryn took off his black Nike Air Max trainers, Stan his Adidas and Nick removed his Nikes. They hid them in one of the boxes at the back of the sleigh. They found it fun running and sliding around the empty shopping centre in their socked feet. Nick found it amusing looking at shoes through a shop window whilst he stood with none on his feet. At midnight they heard workmen enter with machinery. They decided to go and hide in the play area. The work went on throughout the night whilst they where stuck shoeless inside a tubular slide. Nick said he found it thrilling knowing their shoes where at the other end of the shopping centre and they couldn’t get to them. Bryn said “What if someone actually finds our shoes and takes them”. The thought of losing their shoes sent a hot and cold flush of excitement through them all. They all eventually fell asleep inside the slide. They where awoken by a kid climbing inside the slide. It was the next morning and the centre had re-opened. The kids parents stared as the three shoeless teenagers climbed out of the slide. They wandered down the mall towards Santa’s Grotto, the place wasn’t too busy but it made their stocking feet more noticeable to the morning shoppers. They hoped their shoes where still in the sleigh. They arrived at the Grotto to see a queue of parents with kids waiting for Santa to arrive. His sleigh was missing, then Bryn looked up, the sleigh was hanging 25ft in the air attached to plastic reindeer. They had no choice but to go to the security office and admit they had been there all night and to ask for their shoes to be retrieved from the flying reindeer and sleigh. Their explanation was greeted with loud laughter from a guy who leaned over the counter and stared at their shoeless feet to confirm their story. “Sorry guys but those workman and their equipment won’t be back until January to remove the Christmas decorations” He laughed again at the shoeless trio as they turned to leave. “Looks like Santa’s one horse open sleigh will be looking after your trainers for Christmas and don’t forget to hang your stockings up” he laughed as he stared again at their stocking feet as he started singing ‘Jingle Bells’. They walked through the shopping centre, faces as red as Santa’s outfit, their embarrassment was to get worse as they now had to get the bus home in their socks as they couldn’t ring their parents to come and get them as they would not only have to explain being in a shopping centre all night but having their trainers jacked by Father Christmas too.
Author – unlucky lad
Danny pleaded with the guard who pointed to the cell door “Parker -Remand, means you don’t go home”. Eddie and Tom, the two detained Guards where released from their cells, they picked up their footwear and walked past Danny in their socked feet. “Tell them it’s a mistake” said Danny gesturing with his cuffed hands. They shrugged their shoulders and smiled as they walked by. They where told to surrender to the Court Bailiff at 8am, don’t be late said their supervisor and you won’t be getting paid for the time you’re in detention. They glared back at Danny, no chance of them helping him now. They put their boots on, collected their property and left.
“I need to phone my boss and my girlfriend” said Danny “Nobody knows what’s happening to me” he cried. He was more concerned about his girlfriend as she struggled to believe he was accidentally locked up the other night, now spending the night in prison was more unbelievable.
A prison guard was carrying clear bags sealed with cable ties they had prisoners names on them, inside the bags where pairs of shoes, trainers and Danny’s size 10 Timberland work boots. He wasn’t the only one going to prison today. He was escorted to the prison van which had small cells, each the size of a broom cupboard with a seat. He climbed the steps in his socked feet and he was locked in a tiny cell for the journey to the prison. He just sat with his head in his hands staring at his socked feet for the whole journey.
Upon arrival at the prison all the new arrivals where shepherded into a reception room awaiting processing. The prisoners where of different ages and dress, men in suits, teenagers in tee shirts and sweat pants, only Danny was in work clothes. The only things in common they where all in socked feet and handcuffed. Danny was taken for processing, he was stripped of his clothes, searched, made to shower and given sweat shirt, pants and white socks, as he was only in one night he was refused shoes, it’s a waste of shoes for one night as they would be binned tomorrow” said the prison officer. He was escorted through the prison walking in his prison issue white socks, all the inmates staring at the newbie. Danny didn’t need shoes as he was too scared to leave his cell so went without food that night.
Next morning he was given his own clothes and boots back and taken back to the Courthouse in the prison van. Down in the cell area he was handed to the court bailliff and security guards. Eddie and Tom, the two guards also being punished had already surrendered themselves and where being processed into custody. Neither were wearing uniforms but casual clothes. Tom the 25 year old was in tee shirt and jeans, white Nike trainer’s with no show thin white socks which came off as he removed his trainers. He walked into his cell barefoot carrying his socks. “Shouldn’t of worn expensive trainers” shouted Danny “Anyone can steal them whilst your on the other side of that cell door” Tom turned and looked down at his trainers on the floor as the cell door slammed slammed shut. He sat in his cell putting his socks back on thinking his shoes where just inches away but nothing he could do if someone actually took them. Danny had given him something to worry about whilst he endured his confinement. Eddie had handed over his property and was escorted along the corridor to his cell, normally he locks people in the cells but today he was the prisoner and he knew what to expect in custody so dressed appropriately for his detention, he was wearing a thick sweater, grey jogger pants and green Adidas trainers. As he kicked off his trainers by his cell he had thick black socks on his feet. He knew the cell was going to be cold. Danny was still without his property so just needed to take off his boots and leave them by the door, he entered his cell and laid on the bench, eight hours to go.
He thought about his predicament, never broken the law, never arrested before, never convicted but managed to spend one night and nearly two days in a cell and spent another night in prison too. Never ever spent so much time in his work clothes without his boots.
At around 3pm Danny banged on his cell door, the guard opened it and he asked to use the toilet. He noticed more shoes outside the cells, more convicted prisoners awaiting transport he thought. The guard was missing when he left the toilet, so he waited outside his cell stretching his legs, then he bent down and quickly picked up the white Nikes and green Adidas trainers and swapped them with an old pair of scruffy black Reeboks and a dirty old pair of red Puma classics from further down the corridor. The guard came back and said “Forgot about you”
“Since my overnight stay the security hasn’t improved in this place” said Danny who was immediately locked Danny back in his cell. At 4pm the three detainees where advised that Judge McIntyre court case was overrunning and they would have to remain locked up indefinitely. Eddie complained he been in his cell for eight hours already but was told his punishment was for a day which has 24 hours in it. As they sat in their cells they could just about hear the noise of the prisoners being escorted off the premises to prison. Eventually at half five the cell doors where opened, Danny grabbed his boots and looked to see Eddie and Tom staring at the trainers outside their doors. “What the f***” said Tom “Wheres my trainers”
“Told you they could be nicked” said Danny with a big smile on his face. “They’re probably on their way to prison with new owners”
Eddie said “You have something to do with this?”
“I’ve been locked up too” said Danny with an even bigger smile, Eddie angrily threw the dirty Puma’s at Danny just as Judge McIntyre entered the corridor. The two shoeless security guards where still swearing at Danny as the Judge walked up behind them. “Have you two not learned anything from your day in the cells” asked the Judge “Put them back in the cells to cool down”. Danny was released by the judge. He watched the two guards being locked up as he put on his boots. Danny asked for his tools that had been left upstairs at the entrance, he was told to wait by the cell custody desk as the building would be locked and another guard would return with his stuff as his shift had finished. Whilst waiting Danny wiped Tom and Eddie names of the cell doors and picked up the controversial trainers off the floor and placed them in a cupboard behind the desk. He found a light switch and turned off the lights to the cell corridor and waited. Another security guard arrived with Danny’s tools and noticed the lights where out but could still see along the corridor and the floor was clear of shoes. “I’m sure my colleague said there was still prisoners in the cells”
“I’m the last prisoner” said Danny, everyone else has gone. The guard locked the entry doors to the cell block and escorted Danny out of the building. Eddie and Tom hadn’t realised yet but their day in the cells was definitely going to be for 24 hours. Tom was going to regret wearing a tee shirt and thin white socks.
Danny drove home hoping he still had a job and a girlfriend. Although the prison was frightening, he was buzzing from his ordeal, having been detained, boots confiscated, in his socks in a cell. Watching others forced to take off their shoes, knowing they where in the same predicament in adjacent cells. Perhaps he could try it again sometime.