Posted by Snowman on July 31, 2002 at 12:29:03:
In Reply to: Picnic Games posted by frogger on July 28, 2002 at 09:28:36:
Picnics and Christmas parties, even at a bad job, they can be so great. Thanks for the great story. : I used to work with a really pretty girl named Lisa. She worked in the accounting department and I had an enormous crush on her. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend.
: But it was okay to fantasize, I suppose. I worked with her about eight years ago. She was 26 years old, had curly blonde hair that came down to her shoulders, and an athletic build. She was about 5’ 7” and had blue eyes and a really nice smile. What I liked most about her was the fact that she wore little to no make-up: She was like a tomboy that had turned into a beauty queen. Being attracted to female feet, I wanted to see Lisa’s feet from the day I met her. She always wore flat shoes during the week or sneakers on Fridays, which were casual days, and she always kept her shoes on. But the weekend of one of our company picnics, I got my wish.
: I made a habit of visiting Lisa in her cube once or twice a day, on my way to the soda machine. We were friendly but because of Mr. Unseen Boyfriend, I never attempted to ask her out. On the Friday before the company picnic, 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, 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 when I arrived, I walked over to the softball diamond where Lisa and Dave were watching the game. They were sitting on the bleachers, so I made my way there and sat next to Lisa. I met Dave, who seemed like a nice enough guy (lucky bastard, I thought at the time). Then I saw a wonderful sight—Lisa propped her feet up on the seat in front of us, 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, next to Dave. Her blue socks were stuffed inside the sneakers. She had nice feet, as I knew she would. Her legs and feet were tanned, and her feet were long.
: Her toenails were unpolished, 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, 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, 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, making small talk while catching glimpses of her pretty feet.
: A few minutes after Dave joined the softball game, Jeff, one of my co-workers, 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, when Lisa stood up and mentioned that she was going to get us something to drink. “Watch my shoes, okay?” Jeff and I told her we would. She walked off in her barefeet to the barbecue area, and after she was gone, 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, I remember it as if it were yesterday—and ran off. I think Jeff had a few alcoholic beverages beforehand, because it was a ballsy thing to do. I called after him, telling him to drop Lisa’s shoe, but he was not listening. He ran off, 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, Lisa returned, with three cans of pop. She asked where Jeff had gone. I admitted, quite honestly, that I had no idea. She didn’t notice her missing shoe at first---but after sitting down and propping her feet back up, she said the inevitable: “Hey, 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 when I got back to the bleachers, Jeff was gone. I didn’t bother to look down at her shoes. I think she bought it. “I’ll find that jerk later,” she vowed. Although she didn’t say jerk.
: We watched the game for another twenty minutes or so, 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. “Jeff stole my shoe,” Lisa instantly said to her boyfriend. “Oh, yeah?” Dave didn’t seem too concerned. “He’ll pay for this,” she jokingly said. Lisa seemed to have a good attitude about the whole thing. “Well, it wasn’t like you were wearing $50 heels,” Dave commented.
: We were all hungry, so we decided to walk back to the barbecue area for lunch. For whatever reason, Lisa decided to put her lone sock and shoe on her left foot, so she looked pretty goofy (and, I must say, pretty wonderful) walking through the picnic grounds wearing only one shoe and sock.
: I met some other friends at lunch, 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, much to the amusement of her co-workers: “Nice shoes” and “missing something?” were the most popular reactions I heard. I found out the following Monday at work that Jeff, who was drunk and worn out from staying up until three Saturday morning, had passed out in the woods on the way to the park’s marina. For about an hour after lunch, I saw Lisa with Dave, walking around the park grounds. Our picnic area of the park was made up to resemble an old western frontier town, and Lisa and Dave walked up and down the wooden walkways and dusty trails, 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 there was no trace of a rash on her legs or foot. “Has 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, stood up and announced, “I’ll find him.”
: Then he walked off, but not before grabbing a Rolling Rock from the cooler.
: So I was left alone with Lisa again. She sat on the picnic table, facing away from the table, and placed her feet on the bench below her. I was sitting on the bench, 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, sooty and tanned foot. “How is your poison oak, anyway?,” I asked. She admitted that the sun must have dried the rash as it wasn’t bothering her anymore. By this time, 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 Dave returned from his search for Jeff about thirty minutes later. “Lisa, 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, she reached down and started to untie her left sneaker. “What’s the point of just wearing one shoe,” she asked, and then pulled off her left Ked. She placed the sneaker next to her, leaving her blue left sock behind. Compared to her dirty right foot, her left foot in the clean blue sock looked wonderful. But the sock didn’t last long. Minutes later, Lisa propped her left foot up and peeled off the sock. Both of her feet bare once again, she dropped the blue sock to the ground.
: After about three Rolling Rocks, Lisa all but forgot about her shoes. She left her left Ked and sock around the picnic table, and God only knew where her right shoe and sock had gone. For about two more hours, 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, 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, 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, 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 when I asked about Lisa’s shoe, he looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently, Lisa never approached him about his thievery, which I will never understand. Maybe she secretly liked the fact that she had stolen her shoe. One can only imagine.