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.
So, this is the story of the first time I lost my shoes. The library at my university has no cameras so you really need to be careful with your stuff. One day, I was tucked in to one of the pods and writing my assignment. As usual, I kicked off my shoes and tucked them under the desk. Being a shoe swiper myself, I’m pretty aware of my surroundings but these desks are slightly different than what I’m used to as they’re completely blocked off and the divider is a lot taller. However, underneath there is a gap on either side of the divider that people can reach through. I was wearing Size 8 Vans at the time, low cut.After an hour or so of studying, I had a class so I reached for my shoes, with my feet, and I couldn’t feel one of them. Instant panic went through my nerves and I pushed my chair back to confirm my horror. One shoe. I was angry at myself because I thought I was untouchable but low and behold, someone managed to swipe my shoe. I have to be honest, I was also very excited and turned on but I was sweating with panic. I packed up my stuff and headed to the door, trying desperately to avoid being seen. Yes I got a few funny looks but it wasn’t too bad. The worst part came when I went to the toilet, because I was really needing to go. I walked in and immediately stood in a puddle of what I assume was pee. I felt sick to be honest.I didn’t bother telling the staff because that would be a tad hypocritical of myself. As I mentioned earlier, I had a class. I really had to go because we had reading Quizzes that counted as coursework. I slipped in a few minutes late to avoid people and sit near the back. I think a few people saw me but no one has mentioned it so far.Afterwards I headed home. Luckily I got a lift from my girlfriend. Thankfully no one I know saw me but I nevertheless was utterly embarrassed. As I said, this isn’t the only time this has happened, although it’s the only time someone has stolen a shoe, and quite frankly I love it. The photos below are real. I took them because, despite my panic, It was a dream come true.
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!!
Today me and a friend of mine decided to go for a walk on a little mount near home, we thought that some activity would be good for us after eating a lot during the Christmas days. It was a beautiful day, quite warm considering the wintertime. Going up to the top of the mount on the ground there were several leaves fallen during autumn, a little damp due to the dew and the rain that has fallen in recent days. At a certain point, the path became narrow and on the right there was a steep slope. In fact, there was a protective barrier along the path. Since the path was narrow, I walked ahead and my friend followed behind me. Suddenly my friend accidentally steps on my right foot and I lose my grey vans, exposing my black and grey striped sock. As if that was not enough, my friend hit my shoe and, not even having the time to react, the shoe flew down the cliff. My friend started laughing but it wasn’t a very funny situation for me. Retrieving the shoe was impossible! He found it amusing and he also took a couple of photo. Unfortunately, the way to go home was still so long, nearly an hour of walking. I had to walk with only one shoe and a sock that got completely wet along the way. Luckily there were not many people on the path, we only met a couple of tourists who looked curiously at my poor dirty sock.
Alex was the last to come out into the main room in the house. He noticed that he was not the only one who had lost something. He noticed Evan standing in one Vans sneaker and one sock. He smiled realizing that Evan had came into the house that way. RJ stood shoeless in his. socks. Jon stood in one sock and one bare foot. None of them were happy to have beat each room. They didn’t feel so bad about themselves when they saw Alex walking toward them bare foot with no shoes or socks. They were ready to leave and get their lost footwear back. Now that all of them were there, they could finish this. RJ read the card, “Congratulations on defeating the rooms. You solved the clues. Now as you leave this place, to get back what you have lost, you must leave in this order. Place your keys in the locks in this order and your items will be waiting for you on the other side”. They were no longer in the mood for more riddles or clues. They wanted to collect their footwear and go home. This had been a bad idea. They wanted to deliver a beat down to whomever sent them the free invite. They were determined to get out and get their stuff. They decided that it did not matter in what order they got out; they were going to get their footwear regardless. They placed their keys in the locks and turned them. A door slid open near them and they walked out. Evan screamed, “WAIT!”, but it was too late. The door slid shut behind them. They were outside on the front porch. Their sneakers and socks were nowhere to be found. They beat on the door demanding their stuff be returned. No one responded. There were no windows they could break out to get back in the house. They had no choice but to leave shoeless and sockless. What an experience. They asked Evan why he screamed wait. He said he had an idea as to the order the card was talking about. He moved everyone in order as to what they had lost… Evan one shoe, RJ both shoes, Jon both shoes and a sock, and Alex both shoes and both socks. As they walked home, Evan was the only one with a grin on his face. He was already use to walking with only one shoe since they always took his sneaker. Now they knew how he felt. What a sight it was to see four guys walking down the street each of them missing something. There was one guy with one sneaker, another in only socks, still another in one sock and one bare foot, and one guy with two bare feet.
Jon, Alex, and RJ were excited about the Escape House. Evan not so much. That is why they had to convince him by taking his left sneaker. He hopped in behind them in one blue and black low top Vans sneaker and one white sock with blue stripe and orange heel and toe. Jon returned his sneaker. After receiving the instructions and rules, they each went into a room. In Evan’s room there was a square on the floor, a small table in the corner, and a picture on the wall. Evan read the card on the table, “This has a soul but is not alive, stepped on constantly but never depressed, and in one form can transport a family”. Evan couldn’t believe how easy this was going to be. He stepped on the square, his sneaker was scanned, the picture slid back revealing a key, and a slot on the wall opened. When Evan stepped off the square, the picture slid back and the slot closed. This wasn’t going to be so easy after all. He had no choice but to slip off his sneaker. He placed his sneaker on the square and the picture slid back and the slot opened again. Evan retrieved the key, but did not know how he would get out without leaving his sneaker. Evan thought he could come back for his sneaker later. He glanced over at his sneaker and then put the key into the slot. A door in the wall opened, and he stepped through. As the door slid shut, Evan gave a farewell glance to his sneaker in the middle of the room…
I volunteered for a research job not realizing that I had to go to the library to do the research. I thought I could do it all online. It was too late to get out of it, so there I was in my blue, black, and white striped socks and blue, black, and white Vans. I was at one of those desks with the divider working and reading away. When I am really concentrating, I tend to tap my foot really fast. I didn’t realize I was doing it on the chair leg and making a lot of noise until an employee tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to be quiet. I apologized, and as I turned back to my work, I notice this guy watching me and giggling about what just happened. I did notice that he was only wearing one white Nike shoe on his left foot while the other foot had only a white sock on it. I shrugged it off and went back to work.
Before I knew it, the guy was back tapping me on the shoulder again. This time he asked me to leave. I couldn’t go back without the research, so I begged and pleaded for him to let me stay. I didn’t realize what it would cost me. He sayed I could stay, but on one condition. I sayed fine. He bent down, took a hold of my right shoe heel and slipped my sneaker off. My striped sock foot was out for all to see. Before I could object, he told me that I would get it back when I was done. I was shocked and embarrassed, but I had to finish the research.
Being embarrassed thinking everyone was watching me, I couldn’t concentrate wearing only one shoe, so I stretched out under the desk to hide my now shoeless right foot. I thought my foot had hit the divider under the desk, but I had kicked the guy on the other side. I apologized and moved my feet back some thinking everything was okay. Before I knew it, the guy grab the heel of my remaining sneaker and slowly started slipping it off. I was helpless because I could not move up or I would fall out of the chair. I couldn’t move back or my foot would slip out even faster. The guy must have known this because he went ever so slowly removing my sneaker.
I couldn’t say anything because I would be kicked out. I sat helpless as my sneaker was slowly being stolen. It seemed like time had stood still as I felt my sock foot slip slowly out of my sneaker. Once my heel was free he took his time letting the back of my sneaker slide up the sole of my sock foot. I didn’t know what to do as the back of my sneaker slid up the ball of my foot, under my toes and then off my foot. My heel hit the carpet floor. I was now shoeless in the library.
I had to get my sneaker back. As I rounded the corner, I got a glimpse of the thief as he walked out the room door. He was wearing one white Nike sneaker and one blue, black, and white Vans sneaker. I had no choice but to go back to the desk. I knew who the thief was because the giggler was gone now. At the front desk the employee gave me back my sneaker. It was embarrassing to say the least putting on one sneaker while the employee laughed at my situation. I walked out of the library with my head down.
My mind could only go back to the story I read about another guy losing his white Nike sneakers and socks in the library. I looked down at my one sock foot and one Vans sneaker thinking at least they only got one sneaker. Suddenly in front of my feet appeared one Nike sneaker and my other Vans sneaker. Before I could look up, I heard the guy say ‘you won’t be needing that one’, and my sneakered foot was grabbed and my sneaker was ripped from my foot leaving me shoeless on the sidewalk. I could do nothing as I watched the thief run away with my Vans. It was a long walk home.