When the moms arrive at school, have each girl describe to their mom their plan to navigate a muddy construction site in their pretty outfits and how they felt when they landed in the mud.
Describe the girls cleaning up the best that they could and changing into their replacement clothes. An old pair of Keds....an old pair of Tretorns....how embarrassing .
In the middle of all of this turmoil, they realized they were missing gym class which was swimming this week. They rush over to the indoor pool to apologize to the teacher. They again have to explain their story as their teacher is timing a race. In May's frustration with the day, she isn't paying attention, trips over a life buoy at the edge of the pool, bumps into Beth and the two fall into the pool. Describe their humiliation as they climb out of the pool and assess the second round of damage for the day. Describe each girl's explanation to mom shortly after their first request. Describe the moms' total amusement with the story and the girls' utter frustration with the day.
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The Preppy Catastrophe of '89: Round Two - Mother Knows Best... Or Does She?
May and Beth stood, embarrassed and freezing, near the school’s front office, waiting for their moms to arrive. They had done their best to wipe off the streaks of mud from their skin and hair using sad, small squares of paper towels from the girls’ bathroom, but all it had done was smear the mud even more. Their once prided outfits—May’s khaki skirt and Keds, and Beth’s white shorts and Tretorns—were now drained of any dignity, and the girls’ spirits weren’t far behind.
After what felt like centuries of waiting, both moms arrived, parking their cars just outside the office. The school office windows reflected the two approaching women, both wearing amused expressions like they knew
exactly what was in store.
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May’s Explanation
May’s mom was the first to approach, sharply dressed in a blazer and jeans, holding a garment bag and, in her other hand, a white canvas bag—presumably filled with May’s fresh Keds. Her mom had that look—a mix between curiosity and the urge to laugh right there on the spot.
May grimaced as her mom came closer, her voice betraying irritation. "Mom, stop looking at me like that."
“Like what, dear?” her mom asked, tilting her head with faux sincerity that only made May groan even more.
“Like you’re about to laugh,” May muttered. “You have
no idea what we went through.”
Her mom, amused, handed over the fresh clothes, faking a serious tone. “You’re right. I just see my daughter standing in the middle of campus looking like she lost a mud-wrestling match.”
May sighed dramatically, pulling her mom slightly to the side for more privacy. “Okay… so… Beth and I thought it’d be smart to watch the football team practice, right?” she started, twirling a sorry string of muddy hair around her finger, grimacing. “But we didn’t want to be seen because, like, we didn’t want to look
desperate or anything.”
Her mom raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“So, we planned to sneak through the construction area to the back of the practice field. There was this… board… but it was, like, wobbly, and THEN I—
ugh—I slipped, okay? In mud! In these
NEW Keds!” She gestured dramatically to the sad, mud-caked shoes at her feet as if they were relics of her former, perfect self.
Her mom’s lips pressed together, clearly trying to stifle a laugh. May continued with increasing frustration. “And… it just all happened so fast, Mom! The
mud… it got everywhere! My skirt?
Ruined. Polo?
Streaked with mud… It’s like… the
universe hates me!”
Her mom nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “Well… at least you know the white Keds didn’t protect
everything,” she said lightly before adding, “Were those the ones you begged me to buy last week?”
“Yes!” May wailed, throwing her arms up. “They’ve barely touched the ground before today! And now look at them!” As if adding insult to injury, she kicked a clump of mud off one of the shoes.
“I knew this sneak-around plan sounded…
foolproof,” her mom teased gently, clearly barely containing her giggles. She handed over the clean clothes, and with a sympathetic pat on May’s arm, said, “Let me see you change into the, uh, backup outfit. I can’t wait to hear Part Two of today’s adventure once you’ve… gathered yourself.”
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Beth’s Explanation
Meanwhile, Beth’s mom approached with a similar vibe—half sympathy, half sarcasm. Beth watched her mom’s amused smirk even from a distance, clutching the garment bag filled with fresh clothes.
Beth stomped forward, standing in what remained of her muddy, white accusational shorts and sodden Tretorns, hands on her hips. “Before you
laugh,” Beth began, narrowing her eyes, “you need to understand, today was supposed to be like… perfect!”
Her mom raised an eyebrow playfully. “I can tell. You look very...
earthy.”
Beth huffed, grabbing the clean clothes, too embarrassed to bite back with her usual sass. “Okay, listen. May and I thought it’d be smart to sneak into the back of the football field through the construction area—you know, because we didn’t want to seem, you know,
obvious about watching.”
“Oh,
football, is it now?” her mom teased, the smirk widening.
Beth groaned. “Mom! Focus! We thought we had it all planned out and there was this
stupid muddy puddle, but we saw this sketchy,
unstable board over it. And—and—” she gestured to herself, “...obviously, I
did not make it across.”
Her mom chuckled openly now. “Oh, dear. Bet those Tretorns weren’t designed for
construction chic?”
“Mom!” Beth wailed, looking at the pitiful, muddy things that now squelched with every motion. “They were
brand new! Brand new, Mom! My favorite pair!”
Her mom sighed playfully. “Sounds serious, darling."
"It
is serious!" Beth continued her rant. "Now I’m stuck in some old hand-me-downs and these old, faded Tretorns... which should be like, a
crime against fashion!”
Her mom handed over the clothes while shaking her head. “Well, might be a good lesson for you. Tire tracks and Tretorns don’t really mix. But hey, I’ll make sure to bring extra napkins to dinner tonight in case round two happens.”
Beth took the clothes, glowering. “Oh,
so funny, Mom.”
“Better hurry up, Beth. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of
other surprises planned for today,” her mom said before giving Beth a rather amused nudge toward the bathroom to change.
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The Changing of the (Fashion) Guard
Both girls made their way into the campus restroom with the sort of solemn energy saved for someone sentenced to perform the ultimate act of penance: changing into clothes that failed to meet their impossibly high standards.
May tugged out her backup outfit—an older, slightly worn set of Keds and a navy pleated skirt that had definitely seen better days. After slipping them on, she muttered darkly to herself in the mirror. She barely registered Beth entering beside her, who was having her own dramatic fashion breakdown.
Beth sighed, pulling on the faded, pastel green shorts, cringing at how passé they felt compared to her trendy, ruined white walking shorts. Her old Tretorns looked exhausted, their canvas slightly yellowed from age and not at all as fresh as her now filthy new ones. She whimpered softly. “The universe officially hates me.”
May looked at her with equal gloom. “At least your shirt doesn’t feel like an old
laundry day disaster.”
Beth fumed. “My backup Tretorns aren’t even
fashionable anymore! These things… they're like antiques. I… I can’t wear these in public!”
May stared at her reflection, defeated, as she turned to leave the bathroom. “Let’s just get through the rest of the day. This can’t get any worse.”
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The Poolside Mishap
Except that it
could.
As they rushed toward gym class, tardy because of their muddy debacle, a sudden realization hit them both like a ton of bricks. A fear worse than mud-covered clothing. They were
missing swimming.
“
Oh no,” May groaned. “
Gym class is at the pool today!”
They took off in a half-run, half-stomp, reaching the poolside gym as the sound of chlorine-filled ambiance greeted them.
The gym teacher stood in the distance near the edge of the pool, timing a group of swimmers already mid-lap.
May rushed toward him, her hands desperately flying in the air. “Mr. Reynolds! I—I’m sorry we’re late but you won’t
believe what happened today!”
Beth, catching her breath, added, “We got
stuck in mud. It was a fashion emergency. Our shoes, our outfits—it was catastrophic!”
Mr. Reynolds barely looked over, his eyes still on the lapping students in the pool. “What now? Mud? Ladies, you missed enough time already. Throw in a late excuse when you hit the office.”
May, frustrated, stomped toward the edge of the pool. “No, really! We had a complete
disaster—”
But in her flustered enthusiasm, she didn’t see the loose life buoy sitting innocuously near the pool’s edge.
Her foot caught on the loop of the rope, and her body wobbled, flailing into Beth in a heart-stopping moment of panic. Beth’s eyes widened with pure horror. “
May—”
Splash!
With a loud, synchronized thud and splash, both girls fell straight into the pool wearing their hastily thrown-on backup outfits. Old Keds, faded Tretorns, the whole tragic getup drenched head to toe.
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Humiliation: Round Two
They emerged from the water, sputtering and splashing with horror plastered across their faces. Beth’s
pastel green shorts clung embarrassingly to her legs as water dripped from her now-stringy hair. May’s navy pleated skirt was soaked through, sticking to her like a soggy newspaper.
“I
can’t believe this is happening again!” May yelped as she clambered up the ladder, shivering from the cold water and humiliation alike.
“I’m not even going to
ask for fresh clothes again. Not after this!” Beth muttered darkly, looking at her soaked, dingy Tretorns that seemed to sigh in defeat alongside her. “I thought this day couldn’t
possibly get worse. Why did I say that? Why?!”
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The Call for Clothes: Part Two
It was with a deep sense of defeat that they made another trip to the payphone. Begrudgingly, they dialed their moms again.
May spoke first as soon as her mom answered. “Um… So... we kind of fell in the pool.”
Her mom’s laughter was immediate. “Oh, May,” she said through heavy giggles. “Please tell me you’re joking! This day just keeps getting better!”
May rolled her eyes. “It’s not funny, Mom! I’m soaked! My backup outfit too! And now I need another—
ugh—set of clothes. Could you
please bring me
something,
anything?”
Beth, standing nearby, grumbled into her phone as well. “Mom… guess what happened. Just... guess.”
“Oh no, what now?” Beth’s mom asked, clearly trying to hide her growing amusement.
“We fell into the
pool. Yes, that pool. I’m soaked again in my… ugh...
ancient backup Tretorns.”
Beth’s mom burst out laughing. “Oh, sweetie. Two full wardrobe changes in a single day? Have you thought about writing a book about this?”
Beth rolled her eyes. “Mom! Just..." she sighed. "
Please, spare me the fashion advice. Just… bring me some clothes. Again.”
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Moms’ Amusement, Girls’ Utter Frustration
Both moms arrived soon after, this time unable to contain their amusement. They smiled as they saw their defeated daughters, dripping water onto the tile floor, hair clinging to their faces, with an air of tragic defeat surrounding them.
May’s mom shook her head with laughter. “Well, I don’t usually make
two fashion rescues in one day, but today’s an exception!” she said, handing May another set of dry Keds and a plain tee. “We should put you on one of those old sitcom shows.”
Beth’s mom was similarly amused, lightly patting Beth’s shoulder. “You should really slow down on the fashion fails today. Honey, three Tretorns in one day? Even this family’s budget can’t handle that!” she joked, handing over new dry socks and sneakers. "You should frame these when you get home."
“I’m never going out in public again,” Beth muttered darkly, pulling on the last dry clothes she had left.
May nodded solemnly as she pulled her soggy hair into a half-hearted ponytail. “Until next week, when this all blows over.”
Beth shot her a glare, but they both knew—there would always be
another day,
another pair of shoes, and eventually… another
disaster.
For now, though, they were very,
very done with the day.
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The End... For Now.