Describe Lisa crawling back to shore and making it to her feet in the grass. What does she say as she holds her arms out with mud dripping in every direction?
The crocs lady comes over to Lisa? What does she say to Lisa? What does Lisa say in response?
Gina's cell phone rings and it's the station and asks to speak with Lisa. What does the station manager say to her? Describe that conversation.
Lisa's counterpart from channel 4 walks over. Hannah appears amused at the circumstances. Describe that conversation.
### Crawling Back to Shore
Lisa sat for a moment in stunned silence, the thick, cold mud seeping into her clothes, her once-pristine Sperrys thoroughly ruined. The coolness of the mud contrasted with the burning embarrassment on her cheeks. She could feel every sloshy, horrible ounce of wet grime as it dripped down her arms and legs. After what felt like an eternity, she let out an exasperated groan.
“Oh...
you have got to be kidding me,” she hissed through clenched teeth, flinging her muddied hands out in frustration. Flecks of mud flew in every direction, speckling the already messy landscape.
Then, with a pitiful grunt, she maneuvered herself onto her hands and knees in the muddy shoreline, crawling her way back toward dryer ground. Each squelching movement seemed to drag her deeper into humiliation. Her perfectly styled brunette hair now had stray slimy strands clinging to her face, and every shift of her white walking shorts and vest made her cringe.
By the time she reached the grassy shore, Lisa was panting lightly, covered head to toe in mud. She forced herself up to her feet, awkward and unbalanced as her legs threatened to slip again.
Finally upright, she stood on the grass with her arms awkwardly held out at her sides like a bird in flight, as if the mud dripping off of her could somehow contaminate the air. Her Sperrys, those box-fresh beauties, were now a soggy brown mess.
She sighed heavily, her voice dripping with both sarcasm and disbelief. “Well... look at me. [*Boating chic*], huh?” A single trickle of mud cascaded down her cheek like a tear, almost as if her outfit itself was crying for salvation.
### The 'Crocs Lady' Approaches
As Lisa surveyed the disaster that was herself, the woman she had met earlier—the one with the
tube top, denim shorts, and
Crocs—sauntered over, entirely unfazed by the scene. She had a beer can in one hand, and her Crocs squelched slightly as she stepped onto the mud-churned grass near Lisa.
"Well, honey, that sure looked like a rough landing," the woman said with surprising cheer, clearly holding back a laugh. "You alright there?"
Lisa gripped her muddy vest between her fingers, instinctively trying to peel away the grime but only making it worse. Her eyes shot daggers toward Crocs Lady, but she kept her voice tight and professional, even though sarcasm dripped from every word. “Oh, I’m...
fine," she forced through a strained smile, her teeth practically gritted. “Just not exactly what I had in mind for today’s report."
The woman smiled, unfazed as always. “Well, now you know why I didn’t bother dressing all fancy.” She motioned down to her Crocs. “These babies can handle anything. Maybe next time you'll wanna rethink the whole ‘yacht' look. This stuff gets messy.”
If Lisa hadn’t been on camera just moments ago, she might’ve fired off something snarky in return, but instead, she drew in a deep breath and plastered on her saccharine smile. “Oh, don't worry...
this—” she gestured to her mud-encrusted outfit and ragged appearance, “—was all part of the experience, right?” She let out a forced, light laugh, her eyes screaming silently for Crocs Lady to leave.
“Well, you sure look like a seasoned pro now!” Crocs Lady joked, before turning and strolling back toward the crowd, leaving Lisa standing in her muddy ruin.
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### The Station Calls
Gina had been unable to contain herself, filming what was likely to become viral B-roll footage for years to come. Her grin finally faded when her phone buzzed, and she answered the call with slight trepidation.
“Hello...? Yes, we’re still on site. Uh-huh. Lisa’s here. Sure, I’ll get her.” Gina cupped the receiver, giving Lisa an awkward look. “It’s the station... they want you."
Lisa shot Gina a panicked yet resigned glance. Could this day
get any worse? She held her muddy hands out in frustration and mouthed
Seriously?! before grudgingly reaching for the phone with only her fingertips, trying to touch it as little as possible to avoid smearing mud on it.
“Lisa Murphy speaking,” she said into the phone, trying to muster any semblance of professionalism despite, well, everything.
Her editor Tim’s voice came booming through on the other end. “Lisa! We, uh...
saw all that. You okay there?”
There was a noticeable pause before Lisa sighed deeply, forcing out a laugh that felt as fake as pirate-themed inflatable rafts. "
Oh, you know, just another day at work," she said through what was clearly clenched teeth. "Totally fine.
Totally."
“Well, hey, at least that was great engagement! The viewers are absolutely eating it up. We’re getting comments, shares—it’s all over the place!”
At Tim’s words, Lisa’s blood began to boil. “Oh,
great,” she said with a forced enthusiasm that dripped with sarcasm. “Glad to provide some
entertainment for the masses. Dream come true.”
Tim, oblivious as ever, continued with his pep talk, “Look, accidents happen, Lise. You did great considering the... mud bath. Just clean up and, you know, pull up your boots and soldier on. We’ll have more instructions back at the station, but... yeah. Keep smiling!”
"
Smiling," Lisa all but hissed under her breath as she handed the phone back to Gina. “
Of course...”
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### Hannah from Channel 4 Enters the Scene
As Lisa worked on regaining some of her composure, wiping off globs of mud as well as she could with a tissue Gina had reluctantly handed over, she saw an all-too-familiar figure walking toward her.
It was Hannah, her counterpart from Channel 4. Hannah was annoyingly perfect, the kind of broadcast rival who looked like she could step off a sailboat and into a runway show at any moment. Her hair, likely prepared for this event with industrial-strength hairspray, was still unaffected by the summer breeze. She wore a cute nautical-striped dress and wedges—and, of course,
didn't look like she’d just taken a mud dive.
“Lisa!” Hannah called out with a wide, beaming smile. “Wow, what a...
moment on camera! I can’t wait to see it on replay later.”
Lisa instantly bristled. The smug smile dancing on Hannah’s lips was impossible to miss. It was
subtle, professional, but underneath it all was some deeply restrained glee. Hannah clearly loved to see her competition humiliated.
Grinding her teeth, Lisa forced a strained smile. “Oh,
hey, Hannah,” she said, her voice awash with artificial cheer. “Yeah, you know, always about getting the
best shot, even if it means getting a little... dirty.”
Hannah’s eyes glistened with amusement. “Oh, you did more than that,” she cooed. “I guess you really
dove into the excitement of it all!” She winked, then glanced down with unabashed amusement at Lisa’s mud-covered shoes. “Looks like your Sperrys didn’t quite hold up, huh?”
Lisa’s mouth twitched, barely resisting the urge to snap a verbal jab back. But instead, she sighed deeply, doing her best to hold onto some semblance of dignity in what had become the worst day of her professional life. “Yeah, well... things don’t always go as planned,” she muttered, her lips pursed, “but at least it’s a memorable experience.”
Hannah smirked. “Oh, it’s
memorable, alright. Don’t worry—I’m sure you’ll get a lot of hits online for this... one way or another.” She gave Lisa a perfectly saccharine chuckle before sauntering off.
As Hannah walked away, Lisa shot an exhausted glance at Gina. “Please tell me this day is almost over,” she whispered—her spirit slowly eroding like her mud-splattered sneakers.