No Shoes, No Service.

Once my buddy and I were going down one of the side streets near the Strip around 2am when suddenly this hobo came out of nowhere with a knife as big as my fucking forearm. He points it at both of us and I'm sure we're getting mugged so I reach for my wallet. Before I can get it, the dude just starts screaming at us and I can't understand a word he's saying but I see my buddy taking off his shoes. I look at him like, what the fuck you doing?

Buddy: "Your shoes dude! Your shoes!"

I don't argue and slip em off. These weren't nice shoes or nothin, just pretty regular sneakers. The guy with the knife then proceeds to try on both sets with us standing in an alley shoeless. He decides which one he likes or fits better or some shit. He yells something then runs away leaving one of the pairs (my buddy's) behind.

I was mugged for my shoes on a backstreet in vegas. Wtf?