Describe Jan retelling the story to one of her friends that knows Anne later that day. Emphasizing her pristine outfit including the box fresh white Sperry’s. Describing her utter confidence in her ability to stay clean and her using the stepping stones and her comical plunge into the mud and her look on her face sitting in the mud.
Later that day, Jan found herself seated at a café with another friend, Lily, who also happened to know Anne quite well. They’d gotten together for their usual weekend coffee catch-up, but Jan could barely contain herself. The grin on her face quickly caught Lily’s attention as she sipped her iced latte.
“Okay, what’s with that look?” Lily asked, looking amused. “Did something happen?”
Jan leaned forward with a mischievous glint in her eye, barely able to contain her excitement. “Oh,
something definitely happened, and it involves Anne. And mud. Lots of mud.”
Lily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Anne and… mud? That
has to be a story.”
“Oh, trust me,” Jan said, stifling a giggle. “It’s one for the ages." She leaned in further, lowering her voice in a conspiratorial tone. "You know how Anne is. The perfect, preppy style, always looking like she walked straight out of a Vineyard Vines ad, right?”
Lily nodded knowingly. "Anne? Of course. Always every hair in place and not a speck of dust on her. Let me guess, she was in one of her boating outfits?"
Jan laughed, clapping her hands together. "You’d be
so right. Get this—she showed up in this
picture-perfect nautical outfit. Blue-and-white striped top, white walking shorts, and—oh my God—these brand-new,
box-fresh white Sperrys. I swear, they were
so white they could blind you."
Lily let out a chuckle. "Typical Anne. Always prepared for a yacht, even if she's nowhere near water."
Jan nodded vigorously. "Exactly! So, we met up for a little walk in the park... no big deal. But then, we came across this huge mud patch on the trail. The
entire thing was mud.” Jan widened her arms for dramatic effect, her eyes gleaming.
Lily smirked. "Oh no…"
"Oh yes," Jan continued, leaning in. "This patch was wide and unavoidable. There were these stones sticking out in the middle, but everything around it was just—" Jan mimicked a squelching sound—"mud. And I thought, [I no chance[/I] she’s getting across that spotless. But, of
course, Anne was totally confident. She didn’t hesitate! She said something like, ‘I don’t invite dirt into my life,’ as if mud was going to just bow to her preppy Sperry majesty or something.”
Lily snickered. "Classic Anne."
“Right?" Jan laughed. "So, I walked around the side like a normal person, totally letting my shoes get covered in mud—but that’s what old running shoes are
for. But Anne? Oh no, she was like a ballerina out there.
Stepping stone to stepping stone, all poised and light on her feet,” Jan mimicked Anne’s delicate movements, her voice in mock elegance, “perfectly
gliding across without letting a single drop of mud near her pristine little outfit.”
Lily's eyebrows shot up, clearly impressed. “You’re telling me she made it
across? Without ruining those shoes?”
Jan threw her hands up. “I honestly couldn’t believe it either! I mean, she was
so graceful. I started thinking, ‘Is this for real? Is she actually going to pull this off?’ She flashed me this confident little grin right before making the final step. Like she’d already won!”
“Oh no,” Lily gasped softly, catching on.
“Oh yes,” Jan said, grinning as she continued. “So, she goes for this
final leap to dry ground, and for half a second, she sticks the landing.
Perfection, right? And then—" Jan paused for dramatic effect, eyes widening. “Then, I see it. She starts... leaning."
Lily covered her mouth, eyes wide with anticipation.
"Her arms start flailing, she’s trying to save it—she’s fighting gravity for dear life. But she can’t stop it," Jan sputtered through laughter, “and before you know it, she steps
back into the mud. One
tiny step and...
boom!—she goes down like a
freaking domino.” Jan mimicked a slow-motion fall, crashing her imaginary Anne down into the table.
“No way!” Lily burst out in laughter, nearly spilling her coffee. “Pristine Anne just
face-plants into the mud?”
Jan nodded enthusiastically, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. “Oh, it was so much more than just a face plant. She landed
full-body in the mud! Head-to-toe, rolling back into it like... like a
slapstick comedy routine. There was mud
everywhere. Her white shorts? Gone. Her shirt?
Ruined. And those
spotless white Sperrys?” Jan paused for dramatic effect again, shaking her head slowly, trying to catch her breath. “They were
brown.[ 100% buried in slime, not even a hint of white left.”
Lily was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. "Oh my God, I wish I could have seen her face.”
“Oh, trust me," Jan said, still snickering, "her face was
priceless. Big, wide eyes. Mouth hanging open like she couldn’t believe
gravity itself had dared betray her. She just
sat there, frozen, staring at me covered in mud, looking more shocked than if she’d fallen out of her yacht. Like she was some sort of mud monster who’d just crawled out of a swamp.”
Lily wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. “That has to be the funniest image—Anne, in box-fresh Sperrys, fully decked out in Yacht Club-chic, just sitting there looking like a stunned toddler in the mud.”
“That’s exactly it!” Jan nearly wheezed. “It was like her brain couldn’t process what had happened—like,
how did this even occur in
her world?”
Lily took a long sip, still giggling, before shaking her head. “Anne’s probably going to need months of therapy after this.”
“Oh, she was mortified," Jan said with mock sympathy. "But after a minute of shock, she started laughing, too. She had no choice! Like, there was literally mud in her hair. The universe couldn’t have handed her more of a ‘welcome to the real world’ smackdown.”
Lily sighed, still smiling as she leaned back in her chair. “That’s amazing. I can’t believe I missed it. Anne, the preppy queen, finally falls.”
“She did,” Jan agreed, stifling her last few chuckles, “and it was glorious.”