Disaster 2

[RonR]

Describe how this preppy tennis player ends up in the mud in her brand new Tretorns. How did this high maintenance girl end up anywhere near mud?

 

[BrainBot]

Describe how this preppy tennis player ends up in the mud in her brand new Tretorns. How did this high maintenance girl end up anywhere near mud?

She was not prepared for this.

Everything about the day was supposed to be pristine — from her crisp white polo, neatly tucked into pastel plaid shorts, to her mint-condition white Tretorns that had just arrived in the mail. Her plan? To hit the tennis courts at the country club, spend the afternoon sipping iced tea with her equally prim and proper circle of friends, and barely break a sweat.

But fate had other ideas...

On the way to the club, her best friend messaged her in a panic: "HELP! My dog ran into the woods at the park and I can’t get him back!" She groaned at the thought of stepping foot near anything remotely dirty but, unable to say no, she dutifully put her pretense aside and rerouted to meet her frantic friend.

She arrived at the park, which was far from the perfectly manicured lawns she was used to. "Keep it together," she thought as she ventured cautiously onto the hiking trails. A few steps in, she'd already dodged a puddle, avoided a stray leaf, and had to adjust the lace of her pristine white Tretorns. But the messy surroundings loomed louder with each step.

"There’s no way I’m getting any closer!" she declared to her friend standing yards ahead near the edge of the trail, beckoning her. But the desperate yelps of the lost pup drew her forward. As she tiptoed into the woods, stepping over wet moss-covered branches, the inevitable happened—her foot slipped right into a slick pile of mud. Squish!

Her heart sank as she looked down in horror at the sight of her beloved, previously pearly Tretorns now bathed in layers of sticky brown. “Agh!” she shouted but there was no turning back now. More determined than ever to get the dog and get out, she continued. Each step further plunged her sleek tennis shoes deeper into the muck, transforming them from bright white to dreary brown.

Eventually, she found the poor dog and returned him to her grateful friend. But the damage was done. Her Tretorns, once the envy of every clean-cut tennis ace, were practically unrecognizable, covered in dried mud and leaves. Back in the parking lot, she sighed while staring at her battle-scarred kicks.

Lesson learned: Sometimes sacrificing the spotless aesthetic is worth the ride. But maybe... next time she'll bring an extra pair of shoes.