New WAM story:
Whitney was excited for her date with Dan. Well, it was more of a group event with a bunch of friends but she was looking at it as a date. They were going to spend the afternoon on his large pontoon boat. While being a pontoon, it was big and fast enough for water skiing and tubing. None of those activities for Whitney though; she didn't want to be in and out of the water and have her long, blonde hair messy all day.
Whitney wanted to make a good impression and purchased a new outfit for the day: A pastel pink Ralph Lauren sleeveless blouse, white skirt that came just below the knee and her fresh-out-of-box white canvas Keds. She even found a pair of ankle socks with the little Ralph Lauren polo logo in the same shade as the blouse. A simple strand of pearls added another layer of class to the ensemble.
Dan was impressed with her outfit when he picked up but was surprised when she declared she wasn't going in the water and wasn't brining a change of clothes. He kind of felt like a bum in a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. Whitney went on to say how this afternoon will be a great opportunity to post her outing to Instagram.
When they arrived at the park where the boat was docked, they met up with the two other couples who had been there awhile. They also were dressed in t-shirts, shorts, and sandals. Whitney was taken aback by how sloppy everyone looked. The group was in a nearby field catching frisbee while they awaited Dan and Whitney's arrival. They asked Whitney to join in but she declined saying she didn't want to get any grass stains on her new sneakers. (Setting the tone for the day.)
Whitney made her way over to some flowers where she took several selfies and mugged for her own camera. She took a short video detailing her outfit and where everything was purchased making sure to accentuate the strand of pearls as she twirled them in her fingers. She even got in a few snarky remarks about her compatriots for the day in their cheap, boring clothing.
Out on the water, most everyone took turns water skiing and tubing and simply having fun. Whitney, however, spent more time on her phone than anything else. She was uploading photos and videos while journaling her day. After an hour or so, they agreed to take a break for some food. Dan knew a place where he could beach the boat while they ate on the land.
One of the other girls, Sally, sat down next to Whitney as she was drying herself off. Whitney gave Sally an annoyed look as her wet towel almost touched her arm. Whitney moved down the bench away from Sally saying, "I'm sorry, this outfit is new, and I don't want to get it wet." She straightened her skirt and daintily crossed her legs with her blindingly white Keds glowing in the afternoon sun. Sally didn't say anything but, in her mind, did think, "Okay miss priss!"
As Dan navigated the boat to the picnic area, Whitney resumed taking selfies and at one point standing up for full-length shots. Dan pointed ahead telling everyone where we were going to get out just 50 feet or so away from the shoreline. He said that he had a board to walk on that would span between the boat and the grass for those that didn't want to get in the water. "Thank god!," Whitney thought.
Whitney made her way to the very front of the pontoon and with the shoreline in the background started a video where she narrated about their upcoming lunch and recited the menu as if anyone cared. Dan suggested to Whitney that she come back into the main area of the boat, but she wasn't paying attention.
It had been a dry summer and the water levels at the lake were down. What Dan had not noticed was that he wasn't going to be able to get the boat all the way to the grass due to the shallow water. Whitney prattled on into her phone about being a fabulous fashionista as the boat got closer to the shoreline. Without warning, the front of the boat caught on the bottom causing everyone to lurch forward in their seats with a collective laugh. Everyone except for Whitney. Whitney was in mid-sentence yet again detailing her outfit when the boat caught. She wanted to grab onto something but there was nothing at that front edge of the boat. Her smile of superiority abruptly changed to worry as she stumbled backwards to the front edge of the boat while letting out a cry for help. She managed to spin around on the third step only to see what awaited her. The low water levels left an area of about 10 feet of slippery mud between the water and the grass shoreline. Whitney gasped as she stumbled forward only two steps from the edge. Her arms were flailing all while her right hand still held on to the cell phone which was recording this chaotic moment.
Whitney's momentum carried her over the edge as she screamed, "oh noooooo!" Arms and legs stretched in for separate directions, she landed in a face down belly flop accompanied by a loud "squish" sound. Everyone on the boat jumped up to look on. The mud was 4-5 inches deep and very much on the slippery side. As she lifted her shocked face out of the mud, her arms slid out causing her to fall back in. Her blonde hair streaked with the muck. Despite people on the boat trying to get her to come back, she ignored them. Initially, there was sort of a black/white effect to her prone body. Her front was completely covered in mud, however, her pink blouse, white skirt and the heels of her white sneakers were still clean. Whitney's 'proper' demeanor quickly vanished and for the next minute all she said was, "shit...shit...shit...shit!"
With all of her strength, she pushed forward in an attempt to get to the grass. Legs churning as her skirt dug deep into the mud. From the boat, all anyone could see was her slogging through the mud on all fours with the still dry portion of her skirt gently blowing in the breeze. The smooth soles of her dainty Keds offered no traction in the slimy mud. Slowly, though, she inched her way to the grass and crawled onto the bank.
Dan backed the boat up and took a different approach to get right up to the grass. As they hopped off the boat, Whitney stood in the grass assessing the damage. Hair? Ruined. Ralph Lauren blouse? Ruined. White skirt? Trashed. Strand of pearls? Completely encased in mud. Keds and white ankle socks? 100% brown and soaking wet. The little pink Ralph Lauren horse on her ankle socks was no longer visible. This is the same girl that spent the last two hours on the boat primping and taking hundreds of selfies. Each time she sat down, she made sure her skirt was laying perfectly and frequently inspected her shoes for any dust or the like. From near perfection to this she thought.
She looked back up at the boat which was now just a few feet away and saw that Sally had started a livestream where Whitney's dropped off. Her plunge into the mud, crawl to the grass and this moment of pure humiliation has been captured for everyone to see. Sally shouted to Whitney, "It's a shame that you didn't bring a change of clothes. This is going to be a long afternoon for you!"
Whitney walked down the shoreline to a better spot where she waded into the water to wash off as much of the mud as she could. Air bubbles percolated to the surface from her Keds as she wiped down her arms and legs. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a muddy/soggy/defeated state as the videos and photos circulated amongst her friends at a frenetic pace.
Whitney was excited for her date with Dan. Well, it was more of a group event with a bunch of friends but she was looking at it as a date. They were going to spend the afternoon on his large pontoon boat. While being a pontoon, it was big and fast enough for water skiing and tubing. None of those activities for Whitney though; she didn't want to be in and out of the water and have her long, blonde hair messy all day.
Whitney wanted to make a good impression and purchased a new outfit for the day: A pastel pink Ralph Lauren sleeveless blouse, white skirt that came just below the knee and her fresh-out-of-box white canvas Keds. She even found a pair of ankle socks with the little Ralph Lauren polo logo in the same shade as the blouse. A simple strand of pearls added another layer of class to the ensemble.
Dan was impressed with her outfit when he picked up but was surprised when she declared she wasn't going in the water and wasn't brining a change of clothes. He kind of felt like a bum in a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. Whitney went on to say how this afternoon will be a great opportunity to post her outing to Instagram.
When they arrived at the park where the boat was docked, they met up with the two other couples who had been there awhile. They also were dressed in t-shirts, shorts, and sandals. Whitney was taken aback by how sloppy everyone looked. The group was in a nearby field catching frisbee while they awaited Dan and Whitney's arrival. They asked Whitney to join in but she declined saying she didn't want to get any grass stains on her new sneakers. (Setting the tone for the day.)
Whitney made her way over to some flowers where she took several selfies and mugged for her own camera. She took a short video detailing her outfit and where everything was purchased making sure to accentuate the strand of pearls as she twirled them in her fingers. She even got in a few snarky remarks about her compatriots for the day in their cheap, boring clothing.
Out on the water, most everyone took turns water skiing and tubing and simply having fun. Whitney, however, spent more time on her phone than anything else. She was uploading photos and videos while journaling her day. After an hour or so, they agreed to take a break for some food. Dan knew a place where he could beach the boat while they ate on the land.
One of the other girls, Sally, sat down next to Whitney as she was drying herself off. Whitney gave Sally an annoyed look as her wet towel almost touched her arm. Whitney moved down the bench away from Sally saying, "I'm sorry, this outfit is new, and I don't want to get it wet." She straightened her skirt and daintily crossed her legs with her blindingly white Keds glowing in the afternoon sun. Sally didn't say anything but, in her mind, did think, "Okay miss priss!"
As Dan navigated the boat to the picnic area, Whitney resumed taking selfies and at one point standing up for full-length shots. Dan pointed ahead telling everyone where we were going to get out just 50 feet or so away from the shoreline. He said that he had a board to walk on that would span between the boat and the grass for those that didn't want to get in the water. "Thank god!," Whitney thought.
Whitney made her way to the very front of the pontoon and with the shoreline in the background started a video where she narrated about their upcoming lunch and recited the menu as if anyone cared. Dan suggested to Whitney that she come back into the main area of the boat, but she wasn't paying attention.
It had been a dry summer and the water levels at the lake were down. What Dan had not noticed was that he wasn't going to be able to get the boat all the way to the grass due to the shallow water. Whitney prattled on into her phone about being a fabulous fashionista as the boat got closer to the shoreline. Without warning, the front of the boat caught on the bottom causing everyone to lurch forward in their seats with a collective laugh. Everyone except for Whitney. Whitney was in mid-sentence yet again detailing her outfit when the boat caught. She wanted to grab onto something but there was nothing at that front edge of the boat. Her smile of superiority abruptly changed to worry as she stumbled backwards to the front edge of the boat while letting out a cry for help. She managed to spin around on the third step only to see what awaited her. The low water levels left an area of about 10 feet of slippery mud between the water and the grass shoreline. Whitney gasped as she stumbled forward only two steps from the edge. Her arms were flailing all while her right hand still held on to the cell phone which was recording this chaotic moment.
Whitney's momentum carried her over the edge as she screamed, "oh noooooo!" Arms and legs stretched in for separate directions, she landed in a face down belly flop accompanied by a loud "squish" sound. Everyone on the boat jumped up to look on. The mud was 4-5 inches deep and very much on the slippery side. As she lifted her shocked face out of the mud, her arms slid out causing her to fall back in. Her blonde hair streaked with the muck. Despite people on the boat trying to get her to come back, she ignored them. Initially, there was sort of a black/white effect to her prone body. Her front was completely covered in mud, however, her pink blouse, white skirt and the heels of her white sneakers were still clean. Whitney's 'proper' demeanor quickly vanished and for the next minute all she said was, "shit...shit...shit...shit!"
With all of her strength, she pushed forward in an attempt to get to the grass. Legs churning as her skirt dug deep into the mud. From the boat, all anyone could see was her slogging through the mud on all fours with the still dry portion of her skirt gently blowing in the breeze. The smooth soles of her dainty Keds offered no traction in the slimy mud. Slowly, though, she inched her way to the grass and crawled onto the bank.
Dan backed the boat up and took a different approach to get right up to the grass. As they hopped off the boat, Whitney stood in the grass assessing the damage. Hair? Ruined. Ralph Lauren blouse? Ruined. White skirt? Trashed. Strand of pearls? Completely encased in mud. Keds and white ankle socks? 100% brown and soaking wet. The little pink Ralph Lauren horse on her ankle socks was no longer visible. This is the same girl that spent the last two hours on the boat primping and taking hundreds of selfies. Each time she sat down, she made sure her skirt was laying perfectly and frequently inspected her shoes for any dust or the like. From near perfection to this she thought.
She looked back up at the boat which was now just a few feet away and saw that Sally had started a livestream where Whitney's dropped off. Her plunge into the mud, crawl to the grass and this moment of pure humiliation has been captured for everyone to see. Sally shouted to Whitney, "It's a shame that you didn't bring a change of clothes. This is going to be a long afternoon for you!"
Whitney walked down the shoreline to a better spot where she waded into the water to wash off as much of the mud as she could. Air bubbles percolated to the surface from her Keds as she wiped down her arms and legs. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a muddy/soggy/defeated state as the videos and photos circulated amongst her friends at a frenetic pace.