Joan asked Laura about a girl from college who was a complete snob. Didn't she have some calamity where she wiped out in a nice outfit and new tennis shoes? How did that happen again....I forget.
Laura’s eyes lit up in recognition, her face breaking into a mischievous smile as she leaned against the doorway. “Oh,
her. How could I forget?” She snickered, the memory clearly bringing her some satisfaction. “You mean Veronica Simmons. She was that girl in my freshman year who always acted like she was on a runway, even if we were all just schlepping to class in hoodies and flip-flops after pulling all-nighters.”
Joan’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes! That's the one! She had that air about her like her shoes never touched the ground… perfect hair, perfectly coordinated outfits. Always with something to say about other people’s clothes, like she was doing them a favor with her 'expert judgment.'"
Laura rolled her eyes. "
Exactly. She had this superiority complex, and that made
her the one person everyone… kind of secretly hoped would have a little reality check, you know?"
Joan nodded eagerly. “Yes! So what happened with her? I remember you told me about some big incident, but I only remember bits and pieces.”
Laura chuckled, crossing her arms in front of her as she settled into the story-telling mode. “Oh, it was
delicious. So, Veronica was always flaunting the latest trends. One day, out of nowhere, she showed up in these
bright white, ridiculously expensive designer sneakers—something from one of those European brands none of us could pronounce back then. She was pairing them with tight, high-waisted jeans and a fitted cashmere sweater—like she was trying to merge 'casual cool' with ‘I’m too fabulous to be here.' You remember how she was.”
Joan laughed, recalling the mental image perfectly. “Oh God, yes! She always dressed like she was expecting paparazzi outside the dining hall.”
“Exactly!” Laura exclaimed, her grin widening. “So, here’s where it gets good. There was this big courtyard area in front of the campus library where everyone passed through between classes. We’d had a serious rainstorm the night before, so the ground was still a bit muddy—but Veronica, being
Veronica, didn’t seem to realize that campus ground isn’t exactly red carpet material. While we all had boots or ratty sneakers on, there she strutted, her head held high like the mud was simply beneath her… literally.”
“Oh no, I see where this is going,” Joan laughed, leaning in as her sister continued.
Laura’s grin transformed into full-blown giggles as she recalled the details. “So, there she was, swanning her way across campus in these pristine white sneakers, not really watching where she was going. And I swear the timing was
perfectly awful. Just as she stepped onto the slickest part of the path—this giant mud puddle—her left foot slipped like it was on ice. She made the wildest attempt to stay upright—arms flailing dramatically like a windmill—but there was no saving her.”
Joan collapsed into laughter, already picturing the scene. “Did she fall backwards?!”
“Oh no,” Laura said, still trying to control her giggles. “Worse. She lost balance, and in this gloriously awkward dance to save herself, she threw her right foot forward… straight into the mud. And
down she went, splat! Right on her butt, white sneakers completely submerged in this brown, soupy puddle. Her jeans? Soaked. The back of her sweater? Absolutely
ruined. And the sneakers—oh, they were
gone. Pure designer disasters.”
Joan gasped between fits of laughter. “Oh my God, noooo. That’s just too good!”
Laura nodded, her smile wide, clearly satisfied with where fate had taken that moment. "The entire courtyard just… stopped. There must've been a dozen students nearby who all witnessed her go down, and you could see they were all holding back their laughter.
No one dared to go help her because, let’s face it, no one knew how she'd react. She sat there for a second, completely in shock, like she couldn’t believe the universe had just betrayed her like that."
Joan shook her head, her face flushed with amusement. “No way. Did anyone say something?”
Laura smiled, eyes glinting with the memory. “Well, eventually someone went over and asked if she was okay, but by then, she was
furious. She got up as fast as she could, but with her mud-covered jeans and soaking-wet sneakers, she looked like she’d just crawled out of a riverbank. To make it worse, someone
did crack a joke—not loud enough to be heard across the courtyard, but loud enough that a few people caught it. They said something like, ‘Guess fashion can’t always save you from a rainy day, huh?’”
Joan practically howled with laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, I bet she was
livid.”
“Oh, she was
steaming." Laura nodded vehemently. "She was trying so hard to keep her composure, but you could tell she wanted to scream. She all but stormed off, leaving this trail of muddy footprints behind her—her perfect white sneakers making the
most delightful squelching sounds with every step. And that sweater…the back was just
done for.”
Joan rubbed her forehead in disbelief, still laughing. “You’re kidding. And what did she do after?”
Laura shrugged. “Oh, she disappeared for the rest of the day. Probably went back to her dorm to cry and salvage what was left of her outfit. I didn’t see her for at least a couple of days after that. But when she did show up again, she was back in her immaculate clothes—with a brand new pair of shoes, of course.”
“Probably never wore those again, though!" Joan added, still caught up in the hilarity of the story.
“Definitely not. If anything, she doubled down on her snobbery after that—made herself even more untouchable. But we all knew. Those of us who saw the fall? Yeah, we knew she was as mortal as the rest of us.”
Joan wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still chuckling. “Wow. What I wouldn’t have given to see that live.”
Laura sighed dramatically. “Honestly, it’s one of those moments you just
live for in college. The type of person who’d
never admit they make mistakes… and there she was—victim of a puddle.”
After a moment, Joan smiled widely at her sister, still reveling in the memory. “I don’t think that’s a lesson you ever forget—no matter who you are. Dress for reality, not for the runway.”
Laura nodded sagely, giving a small shrug. “Exactly. Sometimes life isn’t about how cute your outfit is—it’s about whether or not you can survive the mud.”
Joan glanced down at her own mud-covered Sperry’s and sighed dramatically. “Well, here’s to surviving it—whether gracefully or with flailing arms.”
“Or, you know, a full-on splat,” Laura replied with a wicked grin.
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And there you have it! When’s the last time karma got someone you least expected—or maybe even yourself? There’s a reason people say pride comes before a fall… because sometimes, it literally does! 😄