What is the largest scheme did you pull of to get worn shoes

[Salvagedrover]

Man, I have you all beat. This was over 20 years ago in the early 90s. I was into sneakers even back when I was younger than ten, reebok freestyles and balloons were it for me. I don't know -ANYWAY, so one day, I was getting a new locker and I forgot the combination. I went to the office and the woman behind the desk (who the hell remembers who she was, but she was large and blonde and old and pleasant, she was an elementary school desk lady.) she went into a drawer in a desk and pulled out a stapled packet of like 30-40 pages or something, with ALL the locker numbers and combinations for them. I could hardly contain myself, I was shaking. After school, I rode my bike about two miles to a local hardware store, and I purchased a glass cutter, the long kind with the ball on one end and a littl wheel on the other? I found some old windows in the garage to practice on until I got good (I was like 10 or 11 or 12 or something, mind you) until one Sunday afternoon, a week or so after I saw the list, I emptied my backpack, hopped on my bike, and rode about 7-8 miles to my school. At that point it was already dusky, but my plan couldn't stop now. I went around th the left side of the school, where I was blocked by some bushes and a car couldn't drive in back, spin around, and see what I was doing because of the curb and grass. I used my glass cutter to cut a small half-round circle over the latch of one of the windows into the science lab there, attached a suction cup, and tapped it with the ball end until it popped out. I took the glass and threw it into the parking lot where it shattered. I climbed in and made my way to the office down the hall, and sure enough, the packet with the combinations was still there. I grabbed it and started to run as quick as I could to some girls lockers I KNEW had gold in them. Back then, there were small cubbies on top of the tall skinny lockers in school and that's where gym clothes went. Back then all the girls wore gazelles and samba classics (with the big logo on the tongue, pulled to the side) puma suedes, vans old skools, lampins, all the amazing classics before superstars became popular in the late 90s/early 2000s. I was able to get something like 7 pairs into my backpack, and the rest I stashed into a vacant locker I knew nobody used that I now had the combo to! I put the list back where I found it, made sure each time to put the dual back on the number it was on and to wipe down (I was a smart kid) wipe down the slides, but didn't worry about the knobs because they were knurled. I made it out to my bike I stashed in the bushes, and I waited for a bit. I didn't look at my bounty, I just waited. And waited. Then a cop came. He drove around slowly and went in the back. He parked for a bit, and it felt like days. Finally, the headlights came back on and slowly drove down the long driveway and took a right at the end. I threw on my backpack, jumped on my bike now that he had made his rounds (no alarms back then, not sure there are any in most schools now, just metal detectors) and I pedaled back home in the dark, eaten alive by Mosquitos and riding into spider webs, until, finally, I got back home. I bent under the living room window, and climbed the side of the porch to put the bag on the roof over it, which is where my bedroom windows opened out to. I parked my bike in the garage for the night, and went inside. I ate some dinner, and went upstairs to my open window. I raised the screen, reached out, and grabbed the bag. I then began to rip a hole in the bottom of my box spring, the side against my wall. I put the backpack on the bed and opened up a notebook and textbook, just in case. I started pulling out each prize like I had just robbed. Jewelry store or Fort Knox, but nobody knew about it, and started hiding each one underneath. Once it was empty, I put the books back in the bag and by that point, everyone was asleep. I turned off my light, reached down for what felt like a right side of some pair, and...and that's the sneakiest thing I ever did. I did some crazy stuff later on, but the craziest, most creative? That was it. And I never got caught. I still have many of those pairs to this day. I destroyed some, but I have about 500 now. Gonna start getting rid of some soon, either for really good money, or I'm going to shred and burn them. I'm actually interested to see if anyone can top that.

[Salvagedrover]

I have other stories too btw, if the last one isn't enough. Not AS crazy and complex, but certainly more daring as I got better and better and wanted more and more pairs. When I was young, man, I was GOOD. Now, there's poshmark and you just have to figure out how to ask without coming off as a perv, and ruining it for the rest of us. There's someone called "seethegirls" I think, and if that doesn't scream perv to adolescent girls, I don't know wtf does! Lol. Anyways, gotta be slick about it and don't be obvious. Make up a story like how you want to see how they stretched, or if you can tell the seams are ripping or the sole is starting to separate. Also "I have wide/narrow feet, how do these fit? Did you buy them new or from another posher? Do they ever give blisters when you wear them without socks? I bought a similar pair new and they gave me blisters and I want to make sure before I buy these, yadda yadda yadda.) you gotta be convincing, but not so they remember you, act like you are looking at other pairs to buy, and they will do whatever you want so long as you don't seem like a guy, and you seem interested in buying them. It works, believe me.