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#4693 and #5037 Posted by Jenna August 23 and 28, 2000-->

Stumbled upon this site and thought I would share an adventure that happened to me. I was at a bar on the waterfront with friends and wearing stockings with mules - it was a weekday and I had to go back to work afterwards. I often dip or dangling or just play with my shoes. I was seated at a table at the end of the platform built over the water.I got up quickly to call a friend who walked in and as I did, my left mule came off, I turned and stretched out my foot to get it back on while still half looking at my friend knocking my shoe against the table and over the edge into the water. I lost it; felt really stupid. People thought what a dumb blonde. Afterwards I had to walk out with one mule on. It was not nice walking on a sticky floor with a stockinged foot. LUCKILY NO ONE SAW ME see LOSE IT. But they did see me walk with one mule. I just told people in the bar who asked why I only had one shoe that a friend had hidden it. BACK AT WORK I JUST TRIED TO STAY BEHIND MY DESK. Although my mule was gone for good I did not throw the other one away because walking with one shoe on was closer to normality.

#6776 in reply to lost her shoes Posted by bat on January 10, 2001 at 21:34:44:

hi thank you alot for this great story..and would like to share another one with you.....i was walking with my girlfriend once and she was wearing spike high heels, black skirt, and white blouse....and while we were walking it seems like she stepped over a crack in the sidewalk and her heel got deeply stuck in it....she tried to pull her heel out of the crack but she failed...i tried to help her first by pulling gently than hardly than by twisting the shoe to the left and right, but it seems that the spiked heel got deeply in the crack and stuck forever......so she stood there helpless not knowing what to do.and finally she just gave it up, and pulled her foot out of her shoe and stood on her tip toes and abandoned the shoe there and walked with only one shoe and tip toeing on the other foot....and after quite a distance she discarded the other shoe also as walking this way was difficult and imbalanced....and just continued walkind on her tip toes on the dirty pavement not minding how dirty her feet will become...and she seemed somehow happy to walk barefoot....

#8124 Posted by uiop on March 25, 2001 at 12:15:43: hey out there! where are all the good stories about shoe-loosing and shoe-taking?

To inspire you, here a story that happened several years ago. In the officebuilding where I was working there was a small cafeteria on the first floor, just above a servicestation for cars and trucks. One day a went inside the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. Two nice young girls from our office where already sitting there, smoking and having coffee. When I came in they were teasing each other, laughing loud and trying to take each others cigarettes. The one girl, very cute, thin and blond haired finally took away her friends cigarettes and lighter. She was sitting there laughing and... dangling heavily! she was wearing jeans, black nylons and black leather flats.

I couldn't believe what happened now! The other girl grabbed within a second the other girls dangling shoe and took it! Give me back my shoe, the cute blonde said. Only if you give me back my cigarettes, the other girl said and went towards the window with the taken shoe! She opened the window and said, I throw the shoe outside if you don't give me back these cigarettes! You'll never do that the shoeless girl replied and right in that moment, the other girl dropped the shoe outside the window! You're crazy the girl shouted, go and get my shoe! We'll get it together the other girl replied and they both left the cafeteria. The shoeless girl walking in one shoe only and on her nyloned toes! I was looking outside the window and didn't see the shoe, I was hoping it had landed on one of the trucks or even bether, on one of the trucks moving away! I then saw the two girls downstairs, searching for the shoe. The mechanics and service man were making jokes about the girl in one shoe and she looked very embarassed! I saw her walking on her toes between the trucks, searching for her shoe. I unfortunately had to go for a meeting and couldn't wait what happened. In the meeting I wasn't very concentraded, I only saw the cute girl, wearing only one shoe and her nice, cute nyloned foot on the dirty pavement! After the meeting I walked by the girls office and took a look under her desk, in a moment she wasn't looking at me. A bit disapointed, I noticed the missing shoe was back on her foot. Not to imagine if she would have been without her shoe for the afternoon and going home in one shoe only!

#8359 What Sorority is Trisha in? Posted by Snowman on April 04, 2001 at 14:42:08:

Hey Kinja: What Sorority is Trisha in? I heard a story about some sorority girls at University of Michigan that might be the same one:

In the Michigan Chapter of this particular sorority, it seems that there was a pledge that they felt they were forced to accept because she had a sister and aunt that were previous pledges. The thing is, the girls didn't really like the new pledge. Add to that, the fact that they knew she was only pledging with them because she was interested in the boyfriend of her sponsor. Here's what they did (I heard):

Her sponser told Ashley, the new pledge, that there was an initiation at midnight. The sponsor, Sherry, and two other seniors met before Ashley arrived to discuss the plan. Ashley arrived about half an hour before midnight.

" Here is the deal, " explained Sherry, after the usual oaths of secrecy. It.s sort of a Cinderella Story in reverse. Each of us gets in my car, and we drive all around town. When we stop at a traffic light, and the driver says.FIRE., whoever is in the back passenger seat gets out and runs around to the back driver side seat, the person from that seat is the new driver, and the driver goes to the passenger seat.

We played this game in high school. Ashley said..We called it Chinese fire drill. It.s a riot..

This game is different. Sherry went on.because the person in the passenger seat is sitting in the.Cinderella Seat.. She has to get out wearing only one shoe, and run around all four crosswalks, tagging all four curbs. It.s sort of like a home run in a baseball game.

You.re kidding. said Ashley. i'll ruin my nylons. Besides, it can't be 35 degrees outside. I could see my breath walking over here..

You don't have to do it. Sherry said..You can still hang around with us, you just can't be pledged..

Sherry drove first since it was her car. She made Kristen give up her shoe and ride around in the.Cinderella Seat. wearing one black boot and one white sock. At the second or third light they came to, there was an intersection that was not too large, and no traffic was in sight..Fire. she said, and everyone jumped from the car. Kristen ran around to each corner, and by the time she returned, the others were back in their new seats. I don't even want to put my boot back on. Kristen said.My sock is completely wet and black on the bottom..

With Charlene at the wheel, it was Sherry.s turn to give up a sneaker. After a mile or two, Charlene stopped at a traffic light surrounded by commercial buildings, although no one seemed to be around presently..FIRE. she said, and everyone was out of the car again, Kristen shuffling along in one sock, carrying her boot. Sherry rounded the four corners like Babe Ruth, laughing and hollering, her bright red and gold argyle sock shining under the street lights..Whoa that.s cold out there. she said..Hey Ashley, turn up the heat, my toes are freezing.

Ashley drove around for a bit while Charlene gave up her shoe, a lace up flat, exposing a black knee high nylon..Fire. Ashley said, at a stop light in the downtown historic district. Every one was out again, Charlene cursing as she hit a gravel patch at the poorly lit intersection. Sherry and Kristen still wore only one shoe each, and Ashley was the only one left with both shoes, but she had just landed in the Cinderella Seat..

Kristen was at the wheel now, which was fitting, since it was her boyfriend that Ashley had designs on. She immediately demanded Ashley.s shoe, a medium height white pump. At first, she thought Ashley was wearing white socks, but they turned out to be white nylons, incredibly sheer. Kirsten knew that they would be ruined by the first curb. She stopped in the very heart of Ann Arbor, right where the Pretzel Bell used to be. The streets were not at all empty, since there were a lot of popular bars in this area. Kristen slowed down, even though the light was green..Come on, Ashley said..Not here, I'll see somebody I know for sure. Everybody else got to go in a deserted area..

It's up to Kirsten. Sherry said..That.s the rules. She.s the driver, your in the Cinderella Seat.

I'll pick a more deserted corner if you do it in your underwear. Kristen said.

At that, Ashley opened the door a crack, anticipating the word..FIRE. Kristen said, and they all jumped out of the car. Ashley stepped into a puddle with her bare foot on the very first step. She immediately sat back down..Like I said, you don't have to do it. Sherry said.

Ashley jumped up again and headed across the street at a lopsided run. The puddle had made her already sheer stocking even more so, but not nearly as white as it had been. Every one was back in their seats before Ashley passed the first curb. She had to wait for the light to change to cross the wide boulevard, and she received several honks and catcalls as she made her way through the intersection. By the time she passed the second corner, the heat was working well and the three sisters where very comfortable, laughing hysterically, and blowing the horn and flashing the headlights on and off. By the time Ashley passed the third corner, the car was several blocks away, and the three sisters were reliving their victory.

I hope she freezes. Kristen said. I don't think she was Kenny's type anyway, but I'm sure he doesn't go for girls with cold wet stockinged feet.

Anyway, that.s the story I heard from University of Michigan. I bet if you ask Trisha, or one of her friends, they have a similar initiation to get rid of undesirable pledges.

#9806 Another Cassandra Lie Posted by Nylonman on June 17, 2001 at 15:52:08:

It was now Thursday morning and Cassandra was on her way to work. She was in fairly good spirits because she was taking a four days off after this and the time off she felt was long overdue. Also, she had just gone out and bought quite a few pairs of new shoes on Monday and hadn't lost any all week. Things were turning up she thought. She couldn't really afford to take this many days off in the past but after working without any days off for the last three weeks and that large tip that Nigel Grant had given her two weeks ago, this made it possible.

Cassandra as usual was dressed very professionally with a white blouse, navy blue skirt and blazer, sheer suntan hose, and navy blue 3 inch slingback pumps. She was strutting quite confidently on her way to work when all of a sudden, she felt herself lose her balance and almost fall on the concrete sidewalk. At this point, she realized that the heel on her left slingback had separated from the upper.

" Oh @##$%! Cassandra thought, " I knew there couldn't be a week with out something ". She was somewhat perturbed because she had just bought these shoes three days ago and was definitely planning to eventually have a word with the store where she bought them. But for now, she had to figure out what she was going to do for the day.

The heel was broken but not completely broken off. She removed the damaged slingback and tried to break the heel off competely so she could at least make it the rest of the way to the shoe repair shop that was along the way, but she couldn't make the heel break free. Not wanting to risk getting hurt by walking in a shoe with a non-secure heel, she simply removed her left slingback and put it in her bag. Then she walked five more blocks to the shoe repair shop in one navy blue slingback and balancing herself carefully on the toes of her nyloned foot. She was very careful to pad gently on the concrete sidewalk so as not to possibly start a runner in her stocking.

She didn't get to the shoe repair shop before she saw a group of five rowdy college boys coming in the other direction. They had obviously been out and around all night and were still a little drunk. One of them saw Cassandra in her one slingback and said to the others, " Hey look, that woman is wearing only one shoe!" He walks up to her and says, " Hey lady, why are you only wearing one shoe? Did you lose your shoe or something?"

Cassandra's mood changed considerably since the beginning of the day. She had heard enough of these questions from the two weeks ago and told the boys that she fell asleep on the subway coming in and that someone had stolen her shoe while she was asleep.

Cassandra finally made it to the shoe repair shop where the man there was able to repair her heel in a matter of ten minutes. She was certainly relieved. Even though she walked five blocks in a stockinged foot, her stocking was not ripped or running, just dirty at the toes where she stepped. She quickly put her now repaired sligback back on her foot and made it in to work just in time for her shift to start. Her work shift came and went without incident.

" Whew!" Cassandra thought as she made her way out onto the sidewalk after work. She was exhausted and had made plans for that evening with a few friends. She usually took the bus home but wanted to get home faster and so she decided to take the subway. When the train came and she got on, all of a sudden, it dawned on her. " What did I do?" she thought. She had remembered all of the other lies she had made up that had happened to her but she was so tired that she just dismissed all of the previous incidents as coincidence. After finding a seat, she crossed her right leg over her left and soon drifted off into dreamland with her right slingback popped partially off of her foot.

About 10 minutes into the ride, she was abruptly awoken by a tug on her foot. To her horror, her shoe was gone and the man who took it had dashed out the door and up the stairs. There was no way to catch him because the crowd behind him going out the door was too large and he had already made his way up the stairs and out to the street.

Cassandra was upset, but considering that she had this evening with her friends and four whole days off to look forward to, she just shrugged it off. She took her now bare stockinged right foot and crossed it behind her left remaining sligback at the ankles. A couple of stops later, a few middle aged women who were dressed to kill got on. They sat across form her and one of them asked her, " Hey little lady, what happened to your shoe?"

Cassandra was sick of these questions and sarcastically replied, " I was sitting at the end of a bar next to the river when my shoe dangled off my foot and landed in the river. " One of the women felt bad for her and reached inside her purse and gave her one of her white socks that she usually wore with her sneakers coming in to work in the morning. Cassandra was greatful and thanked the woman as her stop came up and she got off. She was glad that at least her stocking won't be ruined because the white sock was now protecting it.

Cassandra made the rest of the way home walking in her one slingback and one white socked foot. She was relieved to finally be home and was looking forward to this evening with her friends to really kick back, blow off some steam and have fun. She changed into a black above the knee dress, sheer off-black hose and black 3 inch closed toed mules. She figured she was going to have a little " guy fun " also and wanted to look sexy.

It was now 7:30 and Cassandra and her friends met at a location that was close to all of them. They talked for awhile and then one woman suggests, " Hey, let's go to that classy bar and nightclub by the river. "

This establishment had an outdoor seating arangement right out on a pier on the river. " Could it be?" Cassandra thought. She wasn't in the mood for any more of her lies to come true but didn't want to feel like a party pooper. " And besides ", she thought, what are the chances that I'll have a third shoe incident in one day, " she thought.

Cassandra was determined to have fun that evening and not let anything worry her for awhile.

All of these stories have inspired me to write about one of my encounters with a girl wearing only one shoe. (Actually, this has happened to me three times—but the first time was the best). She was a girl in my film class named Monica. She sat a few desks ahead of me, to the right. The college I went to offered a film class that met once a week for a classroom session (1 hour and 15 minutes) and then rejoined later that evening in another, larger classroom for a film viewing.

Being the typical college student, I scoped out every girl in my classes. This was in 1989, so the fashions were (thankfully) not the gothic-type that you see on many campuses today. The girls then seemed a bit more natural-looking and wholesome.

Anyway, Monica was a tall girl (about 5’ 8”) and liked to wear black tee-shirts and jeans or sweat pants. She had an athletic build and was in good shape. She wore no make-up whatsoever. I’ve always liked the tomboy look. On her feet, she normally wore Keds or flats. I thought she was pretty but she was not really a head-turner, until a day in late May when she showed up wearing only her left shoe and sock. I usually arrived for classes early, so I stood outside the classroom, waiting for the previous class to let out. Monica strolled down the hallway, walking to the classroom, wearing a striped shirt, blue shorts, and a blue sock and Ked on her left foot. Her right foot was bare. It looked like she was outside sunning herself as she was pretty tan. And her right foot was sooty and dirty.

As other members of my class arrived outside the classroom, no one seemed to notice or care that Monica only had one shoe on. When the previous class let out, I followed right behind Monica into the room. I wished I would have originally chosen a seat right next to her, or behind her, but you know the rule: In college, once you pick your seat, it’s your’s for the semester, even though there is no assigned seating. When the class started, I couldn’t see much of Monica’s feet (both her shoed foot and bare foot were obstructed), but midway through class, Monica stretched her legs out to the left of her desk and rested both of her feet under the chair next to her. I saw that her right foot was still bare.

When the class wrapped up, I got out of my seat quickly, determined to follow Monica as discreetly as I could, without being spotted. She may recognize me from class, so I had to be careful. Monica walked down the hall alone, right foot bare and left foot covered, and out into the courtyard. She limped as she walked outside, and a few people glanced down to notice her right bare foot. I could see that the sole of her right foot was black, so I gathered she had been missing her shoe and sock all day. It was now 4:30, and I was looking forward to seeing her again at 6:00 for the movie viewing. I wondered if she would put her shoe on by then, thus ending the show for me.

I was able to follow Monica, not too far behind her but far enough not to be noticed by her, into the parking lot and across the busy street. By this time I was curious as to where she was going, and why she was missing her right shoe and sock. She walked into a parking lot, in the direction of McDonald’s. She went into the fast foot restaurant and I followed. Since it was a fast food place so close to the campus, it would not have been weird if she recognized me. I was about three customers behind Monica in the line. I was able to gaze at Monica’s firm, muscular legs, and I saw her right barefoot quite well, which was dustier and tanner than it was when I first saw her outside my film class. In keeping with her “no makeup” policy, she wore no polish on her toenails, which were rounded and oval shaped.

I was tempted to say something to her…the curiosity was killing me. But I was (and still am) a little bashful especially when it comes to women’s feet. She got her meal to go, and limped out of McDonalds, making no effort to cover up her right bare foot. The place was pretty crowded by the time she walked out. I was still in line and decided to get something to eat. As much as I wanted to see Monica walk to wherever she was going, I was afraid that my cover would soon be exposed.

I took my food to go and walked back to the campus. I was walking through the courtyard and could not believe my luck when I saw Monica sitting on a park bench, eating her food and talking to a guy and another girl. Needless to say, I immediately looked down at her feet. Monica’s right foot was still without a shoe and sock, and her left foot was still covered in a blue sock and a Ked. However, the laces of her left Ked were undone. Perhaps she was going to finally take her other shoe off and was interrupted by her friends? This was getting too much. I could not wait for 6:00. I took a seat a few benches from where Monica was and ate.

I was in the middle of my French fries when Monica and her friends got up and started to walk away. Monica’s left shoe was still untied, but she made no notice of it. They were heading for the Student Union building. I followed. I wanted to go there anyway, to get a pack of gum and a snack for the movie. A cluster of students blocked my view of Monica and her friends. I got to the convenience store and picked out my snacks. When I was in line, who shows up behind me but Monica, and her two friends. She said hi (she must have recognized me from the film class) and I replied. I asked her if she was ready for the movie and she said yes. If her friends had not been there, I would have asked her about her shoe situation. I was making eye contact with her and looking down at her feet would have been too obvious. So after I paid, I said “see you in a little while,” referring to the upcoming film. Then I looked at her legs and feet, before walking away. Her left Ked was gone. All that remained was her left blue sock. And her right foot was still bare, of course. In the two seconds I glanced at her feet, I saw the outline of her left toes under her clean blue sock. And her right bare foot was quite tanned and sooty.

It was 5:40 so I meandered back to the large classroom for the movie. I got there ten minutes later, and went inside. No sign of Monica yet. I wanted to wait before getting a seat in the tiered classroom. I wanted to sit near Monica. But there were students in the room already, so I left to go to the bathroom, hoping that Monica would be there when I got back. It was 6:00 by the time I got back to the classroom, and the room was crowded. No sign of Monica anywhere.

I chose a seat by the wall that had an empty desk in front of it. The professor arrived with the movie, and Monica was right behind her. And finally, both of her feet were bare. I guess she was tired of wearing just one shoe. I was in luck! Monica took the empty seat in front of me, not before saying “hello again” and sitting down. Her left bare foot was a hell of a lot cleaner than her right bare foot, which had probably been bare all day, from the looks of it. She really had nice feet. I wanted to ask her so many things—where he shoes were, why did she spend so much time wearing just one shoe, and if she was busy on Friday night. But the professor started the class, and popped the movie in. It was a long movie—A Clockwork Orange. I had seen it many times before. So I watched Monica’s feet in the darkness as much as I could, and when a brightly lit sequence in the movie gave the classroom a little light, I saw her barefeet. Monica had her legs and feet stretched out to the right of her desk.

The movie ended some two and a half hours later, and the professor turned the lights up. “We’ll discuss this next week,” she said. Monica got up and gathered her notebook. I asked her what she thought about the movie. She hated it, and I thought it was a perfect time to launch into a conversation. I refrained from staring at her barefeet too much, but every now and then I glanced down as we walked together outside the classroom, into the hallway, and out to the courtyard. It was starting to get a little dark. Finally I asked her—“what happened to your shoes.” I was glad I asked because the story she told me involved her boyfriend….so much for asking her out now. When she was walking to her 10 AM class with her boyfriend Stan, they decided to take a short cut through a construction site. There was some soft ground around the site (I figured out what was going to come next, but I let her continue). One of her shoes got sucked into the ground, and she lost the shoe completely. The blue sock was dirty and splashed with hard mud. She took her sock off (she didn’t say which one, but I knew) and knew it was too late to drive home to get another pair of shoes. She had classes all day, so Stan told her the choices were—go totally barefoot all day, or just wear one shoe and sock. She opted for the latter.

Monica told me that no one seemed to notice her one bare foot. So she got used to it. Between classes, she laid out to get some sun in the courtyard, but she did a lot of walking on dirty surfaces, which accounted for her dirty foot. Then I asked what happened to her remaining shoe, since she was now totally barefoot. She told me that right before the movie, Stan reached down to untie her remaining shoe. When she wasn’t looking, he yanked it off and made off with it..his idea of a joke. Instead of looking really stupid, she decided to take her lone sock off and just go totally barefoot for the rest of the night. She was going to stop by the Student Union again for a soda and I went with her as we talked some more. I was sad that she was “taken,” but at least she gave me an incredible show with her feet that day.

Inside the brightly lit building, I looked at Monica’s bare feet and toes again. Her left foot was beginning to get a little dusty and dirty, to match her quite filthy right foot. Her toes were nicely aligned.

After I bought my soda, I said goodbye to Monica and she walked off in her barefeet. She was parked on the other side of the campus from me, unfortunately. I would see Monica again in the next two weeks for my classes. The weather was getting warm. The next week, she was back to wearing shoes, but the final week (which was the final exam), Monica was barefoot again. I never found out why she didn’t wear shoes the second time, but I was treated to a show once again. Her boyfriend was one lucky bastard, I thought.

#14854 High-heels disaster Re: Dangling on the Public Bus to NYC; Posted by Kristina on April 24, 2002:

It's been a while since I've posted any happenings to me on this board, but recently I had quite a scary adventure so I thought you'd like to hear about it. It's been raining quite a bit here in London and I usually have to traverse through a park to get home. Everytime I went home I noticed a group of boys, (probably around 16) who always would be sitting in a bench just waiting for me to go by. Weeks passed and they grew bolder and bolbder and quite frankly began to irritate me, calling me names, whistling loudly so I basically told them to f#$k off. Couple of days later, it had just rained the whole day and I was going to take the concrete walkway through the park but they were blocking my may, so I went through the usual way through the dirt (Although usually it wasn't that messy.) Anyways they began calling me names again and walking after me, I hurried onto the dirt path and immediately my foot sank into a cold ditch full of mud. I was wearing a pair of blue denim 5" open toe mules. I automatically pulled my foot right out of my shoe and they laughed hysterically. At this point I just got angry and scared and I began to run home. Of course you know how well stilettos are for walking in the grass, so as I ran my heel sunk into the ground and my foot just slipped off. I looked back to see whether I could retrieve both my shoes but the boys were already with my muddy shoe in their hands and running to get the other one. I ran home and called the police and I haven't seen them since. I have purchased the same pair again at Zara. They were on my favorites!

#15321 Posted by Snowman on June 04, 2002 at 17:58:21:

After I saw that exhibit, I wandered around because I was already there, and hey what they hell have some culture right? Well there is a modernist round open stairway that goes up four floors so I headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs, I was greeted by an exhibit that is just a TV playing a tape over and over again. On the tape, this woman sits down and holds up her foot with a white sock on it. Then, she peels the sock off and starts sucking her toes. Like really sucking hard, slurping and sucking the hell out of them. I think it was supposed to be erotic, but it was really over the top. Maybe this is the "art" part, but the most entertaining thing was watching how people reacted to it. Some old hippy looking couple was contemplating it as serious social commentary, while some older lady was horrified, but her friend thought it was really funny. I went up another floor and was looking down at the fountain when I saw the happy trio coming up the stairs toward the toe sucking video. Just for kicks, I hung out, watching from a floor above to see what their reaction would be. They started shrieking and laughing, like it was the funniest thing in the world. Other people were laughing too because their laughter was contagious. I didn't think anymore about it, but I had a good laugh with the rest of the bystanders.

After walking around some more, I stopped at the snack bar, which is just a counter withsome tables and chairs, no waiters or anything. And there was the happy trio again. They were deciding if they wanted to eat a sandwich or just get a soda and then go eat somewhere else. Two wanted to go to the Cheesecake Factory, but the ringleader, the one with the sweater and the low heeled pumps, said she wanted a snack. "Why don't you snack on your toes?" one of them said. They all laughed and one of them asked how anybody could make a video like that. "You get a lot of money for a piece if you can get well known," sweater girl explained. "Well I'm not sucking my toes for money!" one of the others said, and they all laughed some more. "Depends how much," said sweatergirl. "I'll give you twenty bucks to suck your own toes right now!" one of them said, and they all went into laughng fits again. "Let's see the money first," said the sweatergirl. One of the others pulled some money out of her purse.

I looked out the window and sipped my coffee, pretending not to pay attention to what they were talking about. I didn't really think this woman was going to suck her toes right in the middle of a restaurant in a museum, but you never know about people. "I dare you!" one of them said. The ringleader slipped her shoe off and raised her foot up higher than the table top, flexing her toes under her tan stocking, and taunting the other two. Then, she crossed her leg over her thigh. My heart was racing, not so much because of any toe sucking, but because she had her shoe off and was waiving her stockinged foot around. Next she peeled down what turned out to be a tan kneehigh stocking and took it off, leaving her bare foot resting on top of her thigh. The other two were giggling nervously and making jokes about her feet stinking up the restaurant, and clearing the place out. (I was the only other person in the large room).

Finally, she lifts her foot off of her thigh and starts to bend over, opening her mouth wide like she's going to munch it. The other two go crazy, laughing and screaming and she does too, letting her bare foot fall to the floor and laughing with the others. "I had you two going," she said, and added, "I couldn't even reach my toes with my mouth, I'm not that flexible. But I'll take the twenty bucks," she said.

I thought the fun was over, but I was so wrong. The woman starts to ball up her stocking and pulls her foot up onto the edge of her chair to put it back on when the one of the others kicks her empty shoe. Hard! It must have slid fifty feet across the floor. They all laugh again, and one of them gets up to fetch it. She picks up the shoe, but she is behind the woman who lost it, because she is still seated, facing the other way and putting her stocking back on. The woman with the shoe waves the other woman over, and they both take off, laughing like crazy, and running through the main lobby of the museum with the other woman's shoe.

The woman without the shoe caught on way too late, and when she finally jumped up to run after them, her stocking was only halfway on, and she ran after them with it flailing around on her foot like a flag. For a half hour or more, the other two played hide and seek with their friends shoe. I saw her all over the place padding around with one shoe at first, and then with no shoes, looking for her friends. Eventually, they ran outside and she chased them toward Watertower Place Mall. I don't know if she ever got her shoe back. I don't know where to find these women again, but you might want to stop at the Museum and see the toe sucking video. Aparently, it brings out the best in people.

#15352 Posted by Snowman on June 07, 2002 at 20:14:23:

Did you ever tease somebody when you were a kid, and then see them years later and regret acting like that? I never posted this story before because I was always embarrassed that I didn’t try to do the right thing in an uncomfortable situation. But anyway, I was telling this story to a friend the other day, and since it was already typed out, I thought I would post it anyway:

When I was in 9th Grade, I was a really big kid and I played Ice Hockey, but I was not good at most other sports. But because I was 6'1", I got put on the Varsity football team anyway. Almost everyone was a senior except me, so the other guys gave me a hard time. Back in those days, you could drink if you were 18, and I was about the only one I knew that wasn’t old enough. They mostly referred to me as “that kid” and I was mostly a flunky doing whatever they told to do. One of the things they made me do was to sit with the biggest guy on the team on bus trips. He was about 300 pounds, ill tempered, and took up almost the whole seat so no one else wanted to sit with him.

On the away games, the Cheerleaders rode on the same bus as us. The Head Cheerleader, Kathy B, was beautiful beyond belief and I was in awe of her. I was just a dork though, and four years younger, so I never had the courage to utter a single word around her, but on one trip, I was sitting in the back row with Busolitz (the aforementioned giant) and she was sitting in the same row across the aisle from me with her boyfriend, Caudell. It was so exciting, I was in heaven, sitting right next to her, and with an excuse to sit even closer because of the behemoth next to me using most of the seat.

She had on white Keds and green kneesocks with her cheerleader outfit. I would have given anything just to see her take off a shoe for even a second, and my imagination was making me uncomfortable just thinking about it. To make matters even worse, every few minutes she would put the toe of one shoe against the heel of the other and slip her heel up a few millimeters out, but never enough for me to get a glimpse. While I was mesmerized, I was deathly afraid someone would find out I was looking at Kathy’s feet. After riding a while, she and Caudell were talking about something and kissing once in a while, and the bus went over a big bump jarring everyone half out of their seats. Kathy thought it was funny, and every bump after that, she would hop up and land on Caudell's lap on purpose.

At some point, she landed on his lap and he grabbed her and pulled her toward the corner and tickled her ribs, so that her legs were sticking out into the aisle, kicking in the air. This guy Weber, sitting in the seat in front of me, was friends with both of them, and he was goading Caudell to keep it up. Then it happened. Weber said to me, "Hey kid, get her shoes!" I would love to say I ripped them off her feet and nibbled her toes, but the truth is that I was terrified, and I just froze. An instant later, he stood up, called me a wuss, pushed by me and grabbed her heel. NOOOOOOOOOO she shrieked, and I’m not sure if it was no stop tickling me, but I think it was no don’t touch my shoes. He pulled her heel until the shoe gapped in the back, then he pushed his finger inside and tickled her sole. She was kicking and screaming and soon had kicked her own shoe completely off.

Weber kept tickling her stockinged foot while Caudell tickled her ribs at the same time. She was still kicking wildly and eventually, her sock got all pulled and loosened up and Weber yanked that off too. Her naked toes were waving around two feet in front of my face. It was unbelievable, as close as I had been to any cheerleader ever, and her bare toes were almost kicking me in the face. Finally, the commotion got too loud and the Coach yelled at them all to knock it off. Now everyone was quiet again, but Weber was still holding Kathy B's shoe and her sock had fallen on the floor somewhere.

Now that she wasn't being tickled anymore, it was obvious that she was mad, and I mean really, really mad. She started calling Weber a jerk and lots worse, and demanded her shoe and sock back. He said he didn't have her sock, and acted unconcerned. Her bare toes were perched on the floor in the aisle right next to me, and they were so perfect. Her foot was narrow at the heel, and broad across the instep, and her toes were long and straight with the second toe just slightly longer than the first. Her nails were unpolished, but I remember how tan her leg and foot looked against her remaining white shoe. I glanced a few times, but I was too scared to really stare because she was still really mad. She noticed her sock on the floor a few rows up, just past Weber, and demanded that he get it for her, but he just said get it yourself. Then she turned to me, looking really upset. "Can you please get my sock?" she asked sweetly. Weber told me not to, but I went and got it anyway. It was so soft and I can remember the feeling of touching it like it was yesterday. I gave her back the sock and I watched her put it on again, stretching it tightly over her perfect toes and pulling it up all the way. She said thanks and smiled at me.

For no reason that I can explain, she was 100 times more appealing wearing a green knee sock and missing a shoe, than when she had been when she was barefoot a moment before. Now that her sock was safely in place, she got after Weber again and demanded her shoe back. He refused and kept holding it out and teasing her with it, which was making her even more furious. She decided to just ignore him and sat there, arms crossed in front of her chest, facing the front, with one stockinged foot tapping the rubber mat floor, pretending not to care. This tactic seemed to work and Weber was losing interest, but then he found new leverage. He held the shoe up to his face and took a giant breath. He immediately started weaving around like he was dizzy, coughing and choking like it was poison gas or something. She was livid, and tried to wrestle it out of his hands, but he wouldn’t give it back. The situation was becoming sort of uncomfortable, and had gone beyond just teasing, but I didn't really know what to do. She looked like she was going to cry, and started pleading with him. After lots more sniffing and choking, and rubbing his burning eyes, the joke wore thin, but Weber got another idea. He turned around to face me and held the shoe out. I didn't know what to do, but before I could do anything, he held the shoe under Buzolitz's nose while he was sleeping (he was always sleeping) Everyone was laughing because Buzolitz was a monster, and this was a risky game. I stood up to stay clear of Buzolitz.

Kathy was still pleading for the return of her shoe, but everyone else was laughing so loud she was drowned out. At some point, Weber got careless and touched Buzolitz's nose with the shoe and he woke up. He was really cranky, and he grabbed Weber's arm and twisted it while he hollered at him. Before anybody knew what happened, Buzolitz threw the shoe out the window. Kathy Started screaming and crying, and I really felt bad, like I should have done something, but at the same time, it was like living an unimaginable fantasy. She pushed me aside and stood looking out the back door window as her shoe rolled to a stop in the center lane of the Interstate, then disappeared in the distance. Her stockinged foot stepped on my shoe as she crouched down.

The Coach heard all the screaming and came back to see what was going on. There was no way to go back and get her shoe, it was already mile away. He just yelled at all of us and made Caudell and Buzolitz come to the front of the bus and sit on the floor right in front of him. "What about my shoe?" Kathy asked him dejectedly. He just shrugged and followed the troublemakers toward the front. Kathy retreated to the corner of the seat, slumped down and buried her face in her hands. She was really upset. I felt so bad. But I couldn't help the other feelings I had.

She was sitting with her back to the wall, knees up and facing me, and her feet, flat on the seat, were 18 inches from my thigh. I just kept staring at her stockinged foot even though I was terrified that she would notice me looking. It was so perfect. Her slim ankles and athletic legs were accentuated by the kneesocks and her stockinged foot was spectacular. I wished that I could reach out and rub the high soft arch of her foot, and even more, I wished I could put my arms around her and gather her legs across my lap the way that Caudell had. Her socks were pulled so tight that every curve of her perfect toes was visible through the soft fuzzy material, and after twenty years, I’m sure I could draw the cable pattern of that fabric right now.

For most of and hour, We rode along in silence, her looking out toward the front of the bus and me secretly staring at her soft delicate stockinged foot. Later, we stopped at a McDonald's and everyone got off the bus. I didn't know if she would, but she did. She just walked across the parking lot with one stockinged foot and one brilliant white sneaker, acting as if she dressed that way each and every day of the year. She strolled right into the restaurant, and I watched her stand at the counter waiting for her order, talking with her friends, her stockinged foot perched atop her only shoe.

The other cheerleaders had been sitting in the front of the bus and she told them about Weber stealing her shoe and how it got thrown out the window. She was still nearly in tears talking about going having to the game in her socks and how embarrassing it all was. It turned out to be anti-climactic, like real life often is. Another girl had her regular tennis shoes with her in her bag and gave them to Kathy to wear. They didn't match the outfit, but Kathy looked very happy to have them. They were a little too small, and she was wearing them like clogs, pushing the backs down, but they never came off again that I saw. Looking back, I'm sure that Weber had more on his mind than just teasing her. He was way too into it. Later that year he and some other guys were taunting another cheerleader by holding her by her hands and feet and swinging her, pretending like they would throw her into a snowdrift. I'm sure you can guess what happened. Anyway, that's my story, 100% true.

#15762 Posted by John on July 11, 2002 at 17:20:11

I'd like to hear what your 5 favorite "shoeplay/shoeloss" scenarios are. Here's mine:

Walking in low-cut or loose flats or pumps that are almost impossible to keep on.
Losing a shoe getting out of a car
Losing a shoe climbing stairs
Dancing out of one or both shoes
Dipping out of both shoes and then walking away from them

Anyone agree? Disagree?
John

#15986 Picnic Games Posted by frogger on July 28, 2002 at 09:28:36:

I made a habit of visiting Lisa in her cube once or twice a day and on my way to the soda machine. We were friendly but because of mr. Unseen Boyfriend and I never attempted to ask her out. On the Friday before the company picnic and I stopped by her cube and noticed that she had removed her sneakers. She was sitting in her chair in her socked feet. Her white socks had been pulled down to her ankles. I asked her what was wrong with her shoes. She explained that she had an encounter with poison oak a few days earlier and her legs were itching like crazy. I claimed to be an expert on poison oak and that lie gave me a chance to examine her legs up close. She did have a faint rash that went to her heel but she never removed her socks. I didn't know her well enough to attempt to remove them and so I was just happy to see her in pulled-down white socks.

I recommended some lotion to her and was on my way. The following day at the picnic was another story. Lisa was there with her boyfriend Dave and and when I arrived and I walked over to the softball diamond where Lisa and Dave were watching the game. They were sitting on the bleachers and so I made my way there and sat next to lisa. I met Dave and who seemed like a nice enough guy (lucky bastard and I thought at the time). Then I saw a wonderful sight.Lisa propped her feet up on the seat in front of us and and her feet were bare. She explained that the poison oak was driving her crazy so she decided to take her shoes and socks off. I noticed her Keds on the right side of her and next to dave. Her blue socks were stuffed inside the sneakers. She had nice feet and as I knew she would. Her legs and feet were tanned and and her feet were long. Her toenails were unpolished and and her second toes were a little longer than her big toes.

Dave didn't seem to be as fixated on Lisa's feet as I was.maybe he was used to seeing them. But it was a treat for me. We watched the game for about 20 minutes and when a co-worker of Lisa's called up to her from the field and asked her if she wanted to play. I knew she was an athlete because she told me about playing field hockey in high school and college. She declined and once again blaming the poison oak. Then her colleague called to dave. Dave offered to replace a player who had wandered off to get hot dogs or something. So I was left alone on the bleachers with Lisa and making small talk while catching glimpses of her pretty feet. A few minutes after Dave joined the softball game, Jeff and one of my co-workers and joined Lisa and me on the bleachers. Jeff was somewhat of a prankster and I knew he harbored a crush on Lisa as well. Little did I know that he too was into feet.

Jeff talked to Lisa and me for about 15 minutes and when Lisa stood up and mentioned that she was going to get us something to drink. my shoes and okay? Jeff and I told her we would. She walked off in her barefeet to the barbecue area and and after she was gone and Jeff turned to me and said.watch this.. He grabbed one of Lisa's shoes with a blue sock stuffed inside.it was the right shoe and I remember it as if it were yesterday.and ran off. I think Jeff had a few alcoholic beverages beforehand and because it was a ballsy thing to do. I called after him and telling him to drop Lisa's shoe and but he was not listening. He ran off and out of sight. I knew Lisa would be angry and thought about leaving the bleachers before she got back. Dave called up to me from the softball field to ask what was going on. I told him that Lisa had gone to get something to drink but didn't mention Jeff's theft of her right shoe and sock.

About ten minutes later and Lisa returned and with three cans of pop. She asked where Jeff had gone. I admitted and quite honestly and that I had no idea. She didn't notice her missing shoe at first---but after sitting down and propping her feet back up and she said the inevitable: where's my shoe? She gave me a suspicious look and I put on my best amazed expression and told her I had no idea. I walked down to the water fountain and left her shoes in Jeff's care and and when I got back to the bleachers and Jeff was gone. I didn't bother to look down at her shoes. I think she bought it. find that jerk later. she vowed. Although she didn't say jerk.

We watched the game for another twenty minutes or so and and Lisa's bare feet were beginning to get very tanned and dusty. Dave came back to the bleachers after the game was over and took a seat. stole my shoe. Lisa instantly said to her boyfriend. yeah? Dave didn't seem too concerned. pay for this. she jokingly said. Lisa seemed to have A good attitude about the whole thing. it wasn't like you were wearing $50 heels. Dave commented.

We were all hungry and so we decided to walk back to the barbecue area for lunch. For whatever reason and Lisa decided to put her lone sock and shoe on her left foot and so she looked pretty goofy (and and I must say and pretty wonderful) walking through the picnic grounds wearing only one shoe and sock. I met some other friends at lunch and but kept my eye on Lisa the whole time. Jeff was nowhere to be found. Lisa kept her left sock and shoe on during lunch and much to the amusement of her co-workers: shoes. and.missing something? were the most popular reactions I heard.

I found out the following Monday at work that Jeff and who was drunk and worn out from staying up until three Saturday morning and had passed out in the woods on the way to the park's marina. For about an hour after lunch and I saw Lisa with Dave and walking around the park grounds. Our picnic area of the park was made up to resemble an old western frontier town and and Lisa and Dave walked up and down the wooden walkways and dusty trails and holding hands. Lisa's left shoe and sock was still in place while her right foot remained bare. They returned to the picnic tables after their walk and I glanced down at Lisa's feet. Her right foot was incredibly dirty and tanned and and there was no trace of a rash on her legs or foot. "Anyone seen Jeff?" she finally asked. "I want my shoe back!"

I was hoping Jeff was miles away at this point. Dave, being the gallant gentleman that he was and stood up and announced. I'll find him. Then he walked off and but not before grabbing a Rolling Rock from the cooler. So I was left alone with Lisa again. She sat on the picnic table and facing away from the table and and placed her feet on the bench below her. I was sitting on the bench and and took the opportunity to gaze at her feet that were a few inches away from me. The white Ked and blue sock on her left foot nicely contrasted against her right bare and sooty and tanned foot. is your poison oak and anyway? I asked. She admitted that the sun must have dried the rash as it wasn't bothering her anymore. By this time and she had been wearing her lone left shoe and blue sock for about two hours. Some colleagues came over and chatted briefly with us and and Dave returned from his search for Jeff about thirty minutes later. I have bad news. I can't find the guy. It's like he dropped off the face of the earth and took your shoe with him. Lisa had started drinking the venerable Rolling Rock so she didn't seem concerned anymore about her missing shoe.

In fact and she reached down and started to untie her left sneaker. the point of just wearing one shoe. she asked and and then pulled off her left ked. She placed the sneaker next to her and leaving her blue left sock behind. Compared to her dirty right foot and her left foot in the clean blue sock looked wonderful. But the sock didn't last long. Minutes later and Lisa propped her left foot up and peeled off the sock. Both of her feet bare once again and she dropped the blue sock to the ground. After about three Rolling Rocks and Lisa all but forgot about her shoes. She left her left Ked and sock around the picnic table and and God only knew where her right shoe and sock had gone. For about two more hours and I tried to stay as close as possible to Lisa and dave. Lisa's barefeet were getting dustier and tanner. Dave and Lisa left the picnic around 5:30.

Alas, Lisa had to leave in her bare feet. Jeff never turned up with her shoe and so she opted to leave her lone shoe and sock where she had taken it off a few hours before. Lisa seemed to be used to going barefoot and as she was walking on the gravel parking lot of the picnic area and the gravel did not appear to be hurting her feet. I will never forget that day and eight years ago this august. Lisa worked at my company for about five months after the picnic. Jeff told me about passing out the Monday after the picnic and and when I asked about Lisa's shoe and he looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently, Lisa never approached him about his thievery and which I will never understand. Maybe she secretly liked the fact that she had stolen her shoe. One can only imagine.

#17570 Lost shoe; Posted by Susan on November 10, 2002 at 03:32:05:

Later in the evening my friend arrived and we started off for a place which is quite close to where we live and is in a wooded area. The pub which is very popular because of the restaurant it has attached to it, had a full car park so we followed what several other drivers had done and parked on the side of the road. My friend got out of the car onto the road and walks to the pub while I decided to take a moment to check my makeup before entering.

Little did I realise how much of a problem where we had parked was about to cause. I opened the car door, stepped out and everything was fine until, that is, I closed the door took a step backwards and, sluuuurp, my right foot is quickly submerged in cold, disgusting mud and water up to my knee. In my haste to get out I had stepped into a ditch! With my left foot still on the top of the ditch I regain my balance and can feel the slime now oozing into my shoe. I leaned forward to grab the handle of the car door and started pushing with my left leg and pulling on the car door but the suction on my right leg was surprisingly strong. After a couple of attempts my right leg started to move, however I could feel my right high-heeled shoe losing the battle to stay on my foot.

I thought to myself this is bloody great, and thought, if worst comes to the worst I could always retrieve the shoe if it comes off.. I relaxed a little, pushed my foot back down into the slime to re-gain a little grip on my shoe and pulled again. After quite a bit of effort my foot came out of the quagmire with a pop, but you.ve guessed it...minus one reasonably expensive, pink high-heeled shoe! I looked back at where my foot had come out to see the hole filling in with muck. My friend by now had come back over to the car to see why I was taking so long and found me with one muddy leg and only one shoe. Attempts were made to retrieve the shoe in the gloom, but proved futile. I decided to give it up as a lost cause, and, to be honest, after being stuck in that muck for a few minutes the shoe was probably beyond repair anyhow. Never mind we'll be more careful where we park in the future!

#18442 Buying shoes from women; Posted by Snowman one January 7, 2003 at 15:16:50:

Once, I was with a group of people at a bar, and it merged with another group, and eventually, all of the people I knew had gone, and I was part of a group of strangers. There were several women who worked together (one was named Brooke, I think, but the other was definately named Claire). Brooke was a fairly attractive woman in her early twenties and was an obvious fashion junky. She was complaining about some new shoes she was wearing, and kept taking them off and putting them on, all the while complaining that they were by some famous designer, really expensive, and should be more comfortable (proof that women use bar logic too).

Claire was nice looking, but not too flashy. I think she was in her mid-thirties. She was dressed in a black skirt and jacket, looking very professional, but conservative to the point of looking very plain. She started telling the younger woman that she wore the same shoes almost every day. They were her favorite shoes, and anyway, she didn't like to buy expensive shoes because working in the city was just too hard on them. Brooke immediately focused on Claires "favorite" shoes, saying they looked old. She said her mom had the same pair at home, and was laughing that they were antiques or something. Before Claire could even react, Brooke had nabbed the shoe from her foot and was holding it up.

Claire made a half hearted grab for it, but resigned herself to sit there uncomfortably, with her stockinged foot tucked safely under her barstool.

"Does this look like a sexy shoe?" Brooke asked loudly, holding it up over her head. She pulled of her own shoe and held it up next to Claire's.

"Which of these shoes would you wear?" she asked the table. This was coming together nicely for my tastes, but before I could even get into the act, some other guy at the end of the table jumped in.

"I'm not sure, Lemme get a closer look," he said, and Brooke tossed Claire's shoe through the air to him. I think she thought about tossing her own too, but thought better of it, and slipped it back onto her foot instead.

"Brooke!!!!!" Claire hissed, clearly irate with the situation.

The guys at the other end of the table were passing the shoe around now, sniffing at it and clowning about making choking noises. Claire's shoe was making the rounds when it was handed to an older guy who was too drunk to pay attention to any of what had been going on.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked holding it up.

Some wise guy who had made a big show of holding his nose when the shoe passed by him had the answer I wish I had thought of.

"Your 'spose to drink out of it" he said, "It's good luck".

Instantly, the drunk picked up the pitcher of beer and filled the shoe, then drank from it, spilling most of it down his shirt. The table went wild with laughter, so he did it several more times. After a while, the table ran out of jokes, and the beer soaked pump made it back to Claire. She was trying to be mad, but she was pretty good natured about the whole thing.

"Is that still your favorite shoe?" I asked, handing it back to her.

"If it dries out it might be," she said, smiling, and to my surprise, set it in the middle of the table in front of us.

"You should trade those in for a newer model," Brooke told her. "They have 2.9 percent finance coming out next month."

"We work at a car dealership," Claire explained.

"Well you have to go with the 2.9 percent," I offered, "It's like free money."

"That's what Ford want you to think," she said, "But I don't think my trade-in has much value," she said, holding up the still soaking pump again.

"I bet you could get five or ten bucks for those," I said, gauging her reaction. "I mean, I could give you twenty, but that's as high as I'll go."

Claire was laughing now, but quickly slipped into her showroom talk. "Well, I'd have to see what I have into that unit, but off the top of my head, I would say I need to get at least sevety-five to let that go."

"I could go forty," I said.

"I would have to get approval from the manager, but I think I could convince him at fifty bucks," she said.

Which one is he?" I asked, looking around the table.

"He's the fat guy who was drinking out of it," she said, and we had a great laugh.

"All right then, fifty," I said, pulling out the cash and handing her the bills.

"Oh no, I couldn't," she said, seeming flustered, I was just joking around.

"A deal is a deal," I insisted, and pushed the cash into her hand.

She agreed that the shoe was sold, and we had a great time for the rest of the evening, and she even made a big show of having only one shoe. I even got her up on the dance floor once.

At the end of the evening, it was time to go, and I think she thought I was going to give her shoe back, but I didn't. I paid good money for it, I told her, and she went along with it. I ended up giving her a ride home, but I did keep the shoe. It was fifty bucks well spent. I called her a few times after that, but as it turned out, she was dating somebody, and we never went out after that. But did buy a car from her. I needed to get a work pickup, so I went to see her. We hammered out a most of a deal, and were within a few hundered dollars, but I thought I could get it lower.

I leaned against the hood of a giant land yacht in the showroom as she returned from the managers office with the bad news: He just couldn't come down that last few hundred dollars, but he would throw in some extra floor mats.

"What else," I asked. "Can you get me anything else on this deal?"

"I don't think so," she said. "I want to sell the vehicle, but I'm down to my bottom line number, I'm surprised he threw in the extra floor mats."

"Throw in your shoe and we've got a deal," I said, looking away.

She looked shocked, and didn't say anything.

"I lost the one you gave me at the bar. Besides, I liked seeing you walk around in just one shoe, you know, Cinderella thing, it was kind of sexy."

"I'm not givng you my shoe," she said, sounding nervous.

"How about taking a few laps around the showroom without it?"

She looked around at the other salesmen. "I'll get fired," she protested.

I stood there silently, knowing she had already calculated her commission.

Finally, she walked around the other side of the Crown Victoria where no one else could see her legs. She slipped her shoe off and rested her stockinged toes on the tile floor. "The manager says he'll throw in the floor mats..." she began, looking at the paperwork and not at me.

I kicked her shoe very lightly, landing it squarely underneath the car, safely out of reach for a woman in a skirt.

"Let's go do the paperwork," I said.

Her solitary heel clacked lightly on the tile as we walked through the showroom to the hallway, where she stopped to talk to some guy.

"Get a porter. I accidentally kicked my shoe under that Crown Vic," she said. The three of us looked at her toes. She glanced at me, then said to him "..just tell the porter to get it from underneath the car and...well, he can just put it by my desk, I'll get it later."

She did the whole deal in her stockinged feet, including going outside to explain how the turn signals and other stuff worked.

I would have bought a lot more cars from her after that, but she went to work someplace else, and nobody knew where.

BTW: For anyone who wants to try this at home, here's a harmless set up.

Have some drinks first, and tell some jokes, you know, life of the party stuff. When you think you can lead the conversation astray, wait for the waitress to come by. Then, in your best pompous ass voice, announce to the waitress that "You require a bottle of fine champagne and also, a ladies slipper from which to drink it."

When she informs you that they don't have any slippers on hand, ask her what's the cheapest beer on tap and order one. It always gets a laugh, and in more than one instance, has allowed me to bring up women's shoes under the guise of humor.

And yes, more than once, I've been able to pour a drink into a woman's shoe, insuring that it will remain unused for the balance of the evening at least.

#18469 Restaurant story; Posted by Katz one January 10, 2003 At 06:55:23:

When we left, we asked her about her dilemma and even offered to take her to a shoe store. Luckily, we had a pretty laid-back boss, and he probably would not care about Kathy missing has shoe. While we were in the car, Kathy told us not to bother with a shoe store and then took off her remaining shoe and sock. I couldn't believe it, so she ditched her shoe and sock in a garbage can in the carpark garage and spent the rest of the day at the office barefoot. Our boss thought the whole story of her spilling the pasta on her foot was funny and, as we expected, didn't really mind that she was shoeless At work.

She had quite lovely feet -- nicely shaped, with unpolished nails. By the end of the day, her feet were pretty dirty, so it was probably the best day at the office I'd ever had! Personally, I think she was looking for an excuse to go barefoot since I had seen her outside the office At various company outings after that day (picnics, etc..), and she was either nylonfoot or barefoot. She obviously she hated shoes.

#18532; Posted by Wynter one January 15, 2003 at 15:50:05

#18933 Train problems!; Posted by Kristina Rittner on February 12, 2003 at 07:36:45

Hi everyone, It's been a while since I've posted anything but due to the incredibly embarrassing accident that occured in the already chaotic subway system here in London. Anyways, getting to the point, I was on my way home after work and I decided to take a look at the high street shops on the way to Bond Street tube station. Now I normally wear 4 " heels to work due to the fact that I have rather large feet *giggles* I normally go to another train station to go home but as I wanted to do a little extra shopping I found myself waiting on the train platform due for almost 15 mins due to train delays. I was standing near the edge of the platform for the Jubilee line reading a book. Finally the train arrived and as I said before the platform was absolutely packed with people! Unfortunately I was paying attention to my book when I stepped into the carriage. The idiot behind me stepped on my right heel as I was lifting it to step into the train, causing it to momentarily dangle from my nylon clad toe and slip right in between the train and the platform....yep that's right the shoe fell under the platform on the train tracks! I was absolutely fuming! The guy behind me tried to catch my pump but in vain. I guess he then felt to embarrassed and turned around and didn't get onto the train. Due to the rush of people going into the train I was forced to move and leave my shoe under the train. Thankfully they weren't one of my favorite pumps, (they were half a size too big which is probably why it slipped off my foot so easily!) but even so, i was so angry and embarrassed at everyone looking at my foot that I just took the other pump off. I had to walk barefoot between stations and then home! Not to mention it had rained the day before so my feet were dirty and numb by the time I got home! That's the last time I wear loose fitting shoes!

#19512; Posted by Kristina; May 13, 2003 06:39:09

I had a few bags with me and I was wearing my white cotton pencil skirt, black sleeveless top and a pair of white stiletto 4 " pumps. Both the skirt and heels were brand new, so I decided to change into them at topshop (where I bought them) Anyways, bad things seem to always happen to me in crowded places, because I was walking towards the first escalator in Bond Street Tube Station carrying all of my bags, when my new heel sank into a small finger hole in the floor right before the escalator! It was so humiliating! SInce it was so crowded as soon as my foot slipped out of my pump, people pushed me onto the escalator and I had to go ALL the way down with my barefoot on top of my heeled foot! My face went bright red although I tried not to panic! There were a few girls in front of me who noticed my shoe missing and were laughing hysterically. When I finally reached the bottom I had to cross over to the other escalator trying to barely touchthe disgustingly dirty floor with my bare foot! Thankfully my heel was still there stuck inthe hole. I bent down and pulled on it, forgeting (or not caring) about how expensive it was! I just wanted it on my foot! Anyways, it wouldn't budge! I felt like crying but thankfully one of the staff noticed me and he pried the shoe out. How embarrassing, yet my boyfriend thought it was hilarious and I knew everyone in this forum would enjoy it.

Kristina

#19930; Bye Bye Shoe; Posted by Susan; June 30, 2003 20:18:44

#9675 (wetshoe); Shoe out of Window; Posted by Heelburner; July 27, 2003 01:10:00

This is a thread of posts from alt.fashion newsgroup:

Newsgroups: alt.fashion; From: the Wicked Witch (fashionwitch@yahoo.com); Subject: Funniest way you've lost a shoe?; Date: 2003-10-01 15:18:54 PST

The thread about the dog-chewed boots got me thinking: although I grew up with lots of dogs, I never lost a pair of shoes to one. My mom has, my sister has, but I never did. My most interesting shoe-losing story was a result of the elements, not animals. (and of course, my own carelessness played a role, but then doesn't it usually in these incidents?)

Around 1991 or 92, I had a pair of Sam & Libby ballet flats. The leather ones with the bow. You know the ones: if you're a woman, you probably had them. If you're a man, you know a woman who had them. I really loved their shoes back then and I had 3 pair - 2 maryjanes (both black, one leather, one suede. Yes, I've always been a maryjane fiend) and these ballet ones with the bows.

Anyway, one evening my now-husband-then-boyfriend were driving back to my parents' house (we were in college and visting them on a break) after dinner or a movie (or maybe both, I forget) and stopped at the beach because it was a nice night, and I like the beach at night (it's cooler then and I'm fairly sun-avoidant). This particular beach has nice sand so I took my shoes off to walk on it. I set the shoes down away from the water and was about ten or fifteen feet from them, squishing my toes around in the sand in front of the water.

Suddenly, and without warning, a wave much bigger than the ones before it came up and broke and the water came up past where I was standing. I turned around to check on my shoes and watched in horror as the wave mercilessly grabbed one of them and swept it into the water! I ran and tried to grab it, chasing my shoe in the surf, but it was to no avail. It got away too fast; before long it was just gone. I had to go home with only one shoe! I kept the widowed shoe for a long time - I have no idea why, but it was hard to get rid of.

I still wonder how far my shoe traveled and if it got eaten by a giant fish or found by someone who could use it... you know, like a one-legged lady pirate.

I remember how hard my husband and I laughed about it in the car afterwards. After the initial "Oh, no! My shoe! MYSHOEMYSHOEMYSHOE!" and the futile chase through the surf that lasted all of maybe 30 seconds before my shoe was officially out to sea, all I could do was laugh and exclaim, "That wave took my shoe!"

I'd had the ballet flats for a while, so while they did have useful life left in them, and I missed wearing them after that, it wasn't like it was a brand new pair I hadn't been able to enjoy yet. I was very much able to see the humor in the situation. It really WAS funny watching that shoe go - I was sorry it had to be one of my favorites, but at least the end was entertaining.

Message 10 in thread; From: Melissa Wagner (melissa@melissa-wagner.com); Subject: Re: Funniest way you've lost a shoe?; Date: 2003-10-02 08:56:09 PST

I was in Cleveland last summer and I was with several friends in the Flats at a bar called Shooters. For those of you who have not been to Cleveland, all the bars in the Flats are along the river, and you can dock your boat right up alongside them and climb out onto their decks.

At any rate, I was somewhat enibriated and I noticed one of my girlfriends getting ready to get into a boat *by herself* with two guys I knew that she didn't know. I turned to one of the guys in our group and told him we had to go with her, that it just wasn't safe. She climbed in first, and then I started to climb down the ladder to the boat, when in my buzzedness, one of my sandals fell *splash* into the water. We tried to rescue it but it was too late :(

Message 19 in thread; From: alice (zinequeen1@aol.comyuckspam); Subject: Re: Funniest way you've lost a shoe?; Date: 2003-10-09 14:06:25 PST

Not me, but this happened a couple weeks ago to a friend... She was in the locker room, after gym class, and decided to revisit "shoe-kicking", a "sport" that we enjoyed practicing way back when (9th grade). Basically, it involves kicking a shoe as high and far as possible. Variations include two people kicking their shoes at each other at the same time, trying to catch the shoe before it touches the ground. We did this until I kicked a sandal while in the lobby of the school auditorium and it got stuck on the ledge of the skylight, and a teacher had to get a stepladder to get it down..She puts her flip flops on to kick them without taking off her socks, and kicks one shoe up, and it hits the wall on the other side of the locker room. Feeling very accomplished, she kicks the other shoe off as hard as she can, forgetting that she is wearing socks on a very slippery locker room floor, and she flies into the air and lands flat on her back ("just like in the cartoons!" as she put it). Fortunately, her pride is more hurt than her back, and she gets up again, to discover that her shoe has disappeared! It turns out, that while she was busy flying through the air, her shoe was busy finding the worst possible place to land: On top of a locker... or so she thinks. With some effort, she climbs to the top of the locker, but doesn't see her shoe anywhere. Just before she is about to give up, she looks again, and discovers that at the corner of the room, there is a square shaped hole at the point where the two lockers meet, and this hole reaches down to the ground. Her shoe had fallen to the bottom of this hole. To the best of our knowledge, it is there still...
The same story can be found here.

FROM MRPOLL COMMENTS (NEW 11/08/05)

My husband has an account here so his name might show up instead of mine. What happened was is that we were at an anniversary dinner for his grandparents. We were just boyfriend and girlfriend at the time, and we ourselves were approaching that six-month mark of our relationship but we were friends since the time we were two(we're both 19 years old now). This happened when we he was 18 and I was 17 about to turn 18 in a month from then. Well, we were at a restaurant right across the river from New York City, so our restaurant was on a pier. What happened was that we were waiting for some of the other guests to arrive. We had our table so we went outside. There was a bench right near the edge of the pier and it had a wooden fence like three boards across. So, I sat at the bench while my hubby was watching his little brother and his cousin. I had white slingbacks on with a peep toe and a three inch heel with a bow at the top. Really cute I might add. I was walking in those heels since seven in the morning so naturally, I wanted to slip them off. I crossed my legs and took off the sling on my right shoe. It was still on, but the sling was not. Anyways, I was dangling it trying to get some circulation back in my ankle. Well, the damnest thing happened. A mouse passed me and I literally jumped up and my nice $200 shoe just came off my foot and fell about 30 feet into the water below. You couldn't believe my shock. I was looking over the edge of the pier in such a shocked way. I screamed for my husband and he rushed over. He was tushing over and holding me. He asked me "What's the Matter, babe?" I was like "I lost my shoe!" He was like "What?" Then, I put my leg on his lap and said "My shoe! See? It's gone!" I explained to him the situation and he laughed his $%!@ off. He told me to just hang in there and that we'd be home soon enough. Well, what started out as a terrible incident, turned into the most memorable moment of my life. Later that night, he proposed to me and we've been married for a year now. So, in my mind, now that I look back on it, it was like the shoe was a sacrifice for a higher plateau. But, I sometimes wonder where my little darling is now. She could be in Africa somewhere being worshipped or something. Hey, you never know ;)

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