Now what would be really strange would be if anyone had lost their shoes on a plane and then saw someone else wearing them off the plane. I once lost a wrap (not an inexpensive wrap- a long handwoven one from a Santa Fe weaving studio) that the flight attendant hung in the closet for me. When she went to get it at end of flight, it wasn't there. Obviously, someone lifted it. There is no way someone thought it was theirs, as it was very unique and one of a kind.

joan~ thanks. I was worried that I may have sounded callous. I was tending to the five little piggies on my Lambisil triple E ranch when my pal Peddy Cure stopped by asking for nails. Knowing I had them filed away in the barn, I felt like clogging myself.
Manolo, I need some help! Oh, I feel a sneeze coming... ahhhh Jimmy Choo! It's enough to make Steve Madden.

jetset1...
I can't wait to party with you with my Manolo Blahnik's and my 10 little piggies all dressed up, drinking champagne from the stilleto of the Jimmy Choo!

Tams, I look forward to the par-tay. I am a bit worried however, about the seat belt not being fastened.
The judge says I have to wear this dumb straightjacket for three years. Talk about your binding arbitration.
Oh,. don't worry, I'll get a leg up somehow, so my kneeds are met. Such a feat! Here's a toe-st to hump day. J.

Too funny!

This took me back to college! A few friends and I were celebrating the departure of X (name changed to protect the innocent. . . though she was not so innocent). She had an 8am flight to LA, so we stayed up all night ending up in an abandoned field around 4am. That is where all of our shoes got wet from the damp, dewy grass. So, we snuck into a friend's house (the only friend with a non coin-operated washer and dryer) and tossed them all into the dryer, then continued on with our merry mayham. At about 6 I said "X, what time is your flight?" More mayham as she gathered up everything and threw it into my car. We were on the road headed towards Boston and just as we passed into the airport tunnel she said "Oh my God, I am not wearing shoes!" It was far too late to go back, and she did not have a single one in her carry on bag so. . . we got to the airport (I, too, was barefoot) and instead of taking her to United, we made a British Airways pitstop and without batting an eyelash I told the attendant what had happened. He gave her a pair of those in-flight slippers and on she went.

When she got off the plane shoeless, though, her parents were none too happy. X was always tops in antics, though.

Shoesy people choose Krakatoa Airlines.

I thought the saying went..
Shoesy people choose Jif..
Jetset1..talk about on a roll..
Brilliant!

tsk tsk Tams~ peanut butter and feet is a whole different thread. I saw a spread about it once. J.

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I guess this thread is the "cousin" to the "lost leg" thread which gets new life every few months.