no barefeet allowed, you'll have to leave.

ahaha.. i have slipped and hurt myself sooo many times wearing wet flipflops.. NEVER again.. infact i was just in the store i got kicked out of.. and i was barefoot.. no problem this time.

 

I remember once pushing a shopping cart through the grocery store wearing flip flops and as I was passing the refrigerated dessert section my eye caught a glimpse of the Kozy Shack pudding up ahead. I must have been excited that day because I squealed with delight, "Kozy Shack!" and tried to accelerate fast towards the pudding. The floor had a puddle of water right in front of me and I started slipping, and it sort of looked like I was doing the moonwalk for a few seconds, except for the rather ungraceful sound of my flip flops repeatedly whacking the floor. Realizing that I was loosing the battle for balance, I pulled back on the shopping cart handle thinking that it would prevent me from falling backward. The next thing I knew I somehow slipped right under the shopping cart and I ended up underneath it and my shins were bleeding. As I picked myself back up I noticed that a rather conservative looking woman in her 40's had turned the corner and witnessed the whole thing, and she just kind of made this condescending smirk at me. As I continued my shopping I kept imagining hearing the loudspeaker say "injury accident on aisle 1".

 

I was in the local library a few weeks ago doing some research, I slipped my heels off while at the table, a short time later the Library Director intoduced herself to me and said that she noticed that I was shoeless and for my safety I needed to put my shoes back on, not wanting to cause a scene I accomidated her and slipped my shoes back on. I went back a couple of days later to continue my research and noticed that the Library Director was standing at the Reference desk talking to the Librarian in her stocking feet, she then walked around the Library checking shevles, ect... I walked over to the section she was in and asked about where some reference material was located, she walked me over to the material, at that point I said "I see we are comfy today" she replied that her shoes were killing her feet. I don't think she recognized me.

 

the liquer store in Lincoln City OR kicked me out. I allways make a fuss if someone dosen't have a sign . they said they can refuss servie to anyone, I asked to see that sign. they said "it's over there somewhere" but was nowhere to seen. then they called the pigs so I left. every time I have been in wallmart 2 mins after I walk in someone comes up to me and sez I have to have on shoes. I say "you dont have a sign so I gonna keep shoping" they look kind of dumbfounded as I walk away.

 

Haha awesome! Too bad the hypocrite didn't get it.

 

Being an optimist I would rather like to think that perhaps this isn't hypocrisy, but rather, that bfgal planted a seed in this woman's mind. Her initial reaction was negative and "by the book". But maybe she went home that night, and thought about her reaction. And then when she came in, and had a rough day with her shoes, that little seed spouted and opened her up to the experience. I would love to have followed up with her to find out if that's what happened. Or, if it's true that she is a hypocrite, it would still be fun to turn the tables on her. "For your safety, you should probably put your shoes back on". ;-P

 

"For your safety, you should probably put your shoes back on". ;-P[/QUOTE]I wish I would have thought of that response at the time.

 

hhmm.. yeah embarassing as it is.. they told me i had to wear shoes next time i went to the welfare office. ugh .. NO. i told the lady i didn't even own shoes and i wasn't going to wear any. she is one of those people that just says what they want to say and doesn't hear what anyone else is saying, just smiling at me.. like i was some dumb kid that forgot to put on shoes.

:leaving:

 

that "fuckin" sucks boogabaah. i can't see why they would care. i cannot understand how your refusal to wear shoes should have any impact on your ability to receive benefits. good luck regarding your benefits, and keep up the good fight.

i have only met you on-line, hopefully one day in the near future, we will meet in person. the 100% barefoot lifestyle that you lead is a goal that i aspire to achieve one day.

 

Yeah probably, when the cycle comes to a peak and too many people trip on their own shoelaces... (smile)

I'll stay barefoot when I can.

 

I spent last weekend in the County Jail for a DUI conviction, Inmates are not permitted out of their cell without shoes. Another reason to obey the law.

 

i got in trouble at school for trying to go barefoot

 

there is no logical reason for that. it must have been done to exhibit complete control over you while you were in the county jail. obviously this county jail wants to remove the most minor freedom that you may enjoy.

 

bkcmar,
I agree. This was my first expierence with Jail and it was an eye opener. Everything you do is controlled.
The main thing that I did not understand was I was allowed to self surrender since it was a misdameanor DUI . When I surrendered that Friday on time, my county jail was at capacity for female inmates, so I was transported to a neighboring county along with 3 other women . We were all handcuffed and shackled for the transport and were not allowed to talk in the van. I spent a full 3 days also, not like some celebrities who spent only minutes. When I was released on the following Monday night, the deputy informed me that she was required to transport me back to the county jail in my county (I was going to have my husband pick me up) So what I found strange was even though I had served my sentence and just needed to be transported back to my county, I was searched, handcuffed and shackled for the trip. I can understand using handcuffs, after all I was a prisoner, but I found the leg shackles to be excessive since it was a non violent misdameanor crime and I was allowed to self surrender.
Also prisoners are only allowed to make collect phone calls and there is a recording stating the call is from a jail inmate, it would be nice to be able to be permitted to use calling cards (even if you had to purchase them from the jail) because I would have liked to called a few clients but did not want to call them collect or let them know I was in jail.
Another embarassing moment was when I arrived at jail, the woman at the processing window had used me a few years ago as her real estate agent, she recognized me and was making small talk, she did realize I was the prisoner at first (she thought I was there to pay a ticket) when I stepped back and she saw the handcuffs and shackles, I am not sure who was most embarassed.

 

this thing of rights that can only be exercised with shoes on is silly beyond contempt. keep up the good fight boogah.

 

bfgal, that is absolutely horrific. fortunately, that experience is behind behind you.

 

i worked for this big corporation in idaho that was too cheap to provide properly air conditioned space to the folks they chained to their desks for hours at a time. i started slipping off my shoes or sandals to cool off and next thing i knew they had a new corporate rule - no barefooting.

 

This sounds strangely familiar to me... I work in a call center, doing internet support on the phone. Normally, one might think, customers on the phone couldn't care less what the techie answering the call was wearing on his or her feet... and, frankly, they don't care.



However, since the company I work for, offers call center and other services as an out-source provider to other companies, we have those tie-and-suit types of potential customers running around the house sometimes... and when they are shown around, barefeet are strictly a no-no. I was going around that by wearing a type of shoes, that allowed for an almost-barefoot feeling and the typical barefooting gait (ball-to-heel walking, or rather, putting the whole foot down). The design is classic, as these peasants' shoes (in German known as Bundschuhe) have been worn in Roman and Medieval times already... You can see a picture of that type below.

I have two pairs, one in nature-colored brown leather, one in black. I went to wearing those, as especially the black ones look well enough like a regular shoe... and, with those on, I can even master frost down to -10° C while still feeling barefoot.

What happened next was, that I was called in to a private conversation with my team leader, who told me, that I couldn't wear these shoes to work anymore. The reason given to me was not about the style of the shoes or the fact, that there was still a part of nekkid feet visible. Nope. The reason given was work safety. Seriously, he told me, that from the standpoint of work safety, these shoes are a no-no, since the sole was not thick enough to prevent a thumbtack from impaling the sole of my bare foot inside.
I put that away as a typical paper tiger justification to ban something.
On mild days, I can get away with wearing flip-flops, those baring my toes, toe-rings and all... However, the soles on the flips are thick enough to even protect my oh-so-tender *grin* bare soles from smaller nails. And under the desk, guess what comes off, as soon as I am seated and none of those suit-and-tie business folks are around...



I'm glad, that I have now 12 work days off (remaining vacation days from 2007 which I have to burn off before the end of the month) starting tonight, and can (and will!!) spend these days barefoot until going back to work on April 1st! Yay!

Happily wiggling bare toes,

~*Ganesha*~

 

Oh you totally should get back at them and wear some Gene Simmons KISS boots. 7" platforms or something. When they ask, just say, "well, I have to protect myself from thumbtacks..."

Or even wear some construction worker stilts. Those 18" stilts they wear to put up drywall.

Since you can't win this one, throw it in their face.

Once worked at a place that supposedly said you had to wear "boots", but one guy came in wearing tennis shoes. It was a car repair shop! They yelled at him so the next day he came in wearing hip waders (for fishing in a lake). They yelled again and sent him home. He didn't care, it was priceless.