What else was she wearing that day?
Joan's laughter subsided into a mischievous grin as she leaned forward, remembering the full extent of Julia’s tragic outfit. “Oh, it was such a classic law school look. Not just the Keds—though, yes, those poor, doomed white sneakers were the star of the show.”
Janice raised an eyebrow, urging Joan to continue. “Spill! What else was part of this epic catastrophe?”
Joan chuckled again, nodding. “Okay, so picture this: Julia was trying to dress up that day because I think she had an interview later—or maybe she just wanted to be
extra put-together for some presentation? Anyway, she had on these light-wash skinny jeans, you know, the kind that were so trendy back then. The ones that hug everything and, of course, show
everything when they get wet.”
“Oh no…” Janice covered her mouth again with mock horror. “Not the skinny jeans! They must’ve absorbed
all the mud.”
Joan nodded. “Oh, yeah. They turned from light-wash denim to this weird, streaky brown mess within seconds. And since skinny jeans are tight at the ankle, the fabric just clung to her—like a second skin, but slimy. She looked like she had tried to do a mud mask for her entire
body.”
Janice groaned, feeling Julia’s distant embarrassment. “That’s got to be the worst—there’s no shaking mud off those jeans. You’re stuck with it. What else was she rocking?”
“Well,” Joan continued, leaning in as if revealing a secret, “she had on this super-cute white graphic tee under a plaid button-down shirt. The tee was one of those cropped ones—y’know, just enough to be trendy but still law-school appropriate. But guess what?”
Janice’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me—"
Joan cackled. “Yup! Her shirt’s front was covered in mud by the end of it! The button-down flapped open in the fall, and she landed face-up like a
starfish, so her tee just absorbed all the mud like a sponge. When she stood up, the white of her shirt was splattered in every possible brownish-gray shade mud can offer.”
Janice burst out laughing again, shaking her head. “Oh, that’s tragic in a way I
deeply understand.”
“And the best part?” Joan wasn’t done. “She tried to use the button-down to wipe herself off—like, she still thought she could salvage some dignity. Except—surprise!—the button-down was soaked too. It was this cute red-and-black plaid thing, but by the time she was done with it? It looked like a Jackson Pollock painting gone wrong. Streaks and smears of mud
everywhere. She just smeared the mud around even more.”
Janice wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, practically gasping for breath from laughing. “Oh my god, Joan. That’s
horrific! She really thought she could fix it with
the very same shirt that crashed in the mud with her?”
“She definitely gave it a try!” Joan replied, grinning mischievously. “But it was
over. By the time she showed up to class, she looked like she’d been through a natural disaster. Her jeans were weighed down by mud, her Keds squelching with every step, and her plaid shirt—and dignity—were totally ruined.”
Janice held up her hand as if to say stop, though her laughter hadn't stopped. “I feel so bad for Julia, but I can’t deny—it’s a
legend for a reason.”
“You’re telling me,” Joan said, shaking her head. “That whole outfit was cute in theory, but after the mud? It might as well have been a walking commercial for ‘What Not to Do in the Rain.’”
Janice sighed, still grinning. “So, white sneakers, light jeans, and
plaid? She really underestimated that garden path! That outfit never stood a chance.”
Joan nodded with finality. “Moral of the story: Never trust a shortcut when you’re in new Keds and cute clothes. Because mud doesn’t care. Mud takes
no prisoners.”