unlucky to be this girl
So one night not too long ago i was at a party with some friends some guys, some girls and we were drinking laughing having a good time and before we know it, its around midnight and really quite dark outside. I heard one of the girls (kirsty) saying she has to go home as it is getting quite late so i said i'd grab some drinks and walk with her as it is quite dark outside and she lives quite a distance away. So she agreed with a gleeful smile as if almost to say thank you, i grab some drinks and we set upon our way. We get outside and the ground was wet so obviously it had been raining but stopped now and we have no clue at this point just how heavily it had been raining.
After saying our goodbyes and what not, upon coming out the front gate and walking down the path, kirsty says "god, im glad that rains stopped' so i followed that up with "how, wee bit rain never hurt anybody we're fae scotland, should be used to it" and she says "naw, its just wi what im wearing especially on my feet" so i says "ahhh, right" whilst looking at her feet and seeing she has like 3 quarter length jeans on, socks and flats. "Definitely not appropriate shoes for rain, but my socks are cute eh," like pointing them out, but you couldnt really miss them as they were white ankle socks with a bright yellow band around the ankle and from what i could make out at this point, a bright yellow matching heel and yellow suns which had smiley faces over the tops, "i just got them the other day, i love them it would've been a shame to have them ruined already". So we continue walking, and the ground was so wet there was like small puddles and whatnot all over the place, but kirsty was carefully hopping and stepping over any gathering of water not getting a drop on those socks.
Now we're out of the street and turned onto which is like a main road with a path and a grass verge which leads down to the town centre, where kirsty lives, but on the other side and theres very few lights so its quite dark but its alright from what i could see no huge puddles or large gatherings of water or anything but the way the road/path is built is its on like a really large bend with like sort dip and crannies and what not but we just get on with it dont think anything of it at all we continue walking, chatting and swapping drinks. So, kirsty, not paying attention had stepped right through a puddle "aww, shit, my sock, its awrite though its just a wee bit" i was looking and it was really just the front of the sock that got it from the little water mark i could see between the sock and shoe. We continue on our path and we get to a bit where the grass verge ends for a good half mile to mile and it is completely flooded ankle deep, road and path. I said "what are we gonna do", kirsty said "i dont know, i need to get home" so just when i was genuinely going to take my shoes off and offer her them she said "sod it" lifting her foot up to slip her shoe off "my sock is already wet, and these shoes will just get filled" and without hesitation she planted her bright white and yellow sock on the cold, wet ground, you could see the bottom of her sock and around her toes getting a nice wetting from the ground, funnily she said "so much for my cute socks eh, oh well", so as she was taking her other shoe off she said "i cant believe im doing this, are you taking your shoes (adidas stan smiths) off?" i gave a small pause and she said "they'll just get filled anyway, so aye come on, get your shoes off and get your socks oot with me, let me see your socks since you can clearly see mine". I wear odd socks quite often and on this night i was wearing a white ankle sock with green matching toes and heels and a grey ankle sock with like crosshatch markings the top of it. So i took my shoes off and kirsty laughingly and jokingly said "aw wow odd socks, thats brilliant," so i planted my socked feet on the wet ground and immediately you could see the bottom of the grey sock had turned a dark grey coating of wetness and was working its way around my toes and up my heels.
So on we go, shoes in hands and proceed to walking the flooded path in our socks, with water up to our ankles and i watched as kirsty socks went from kinda dry to absolutely soaking in one step and i watched as her socks going in and out of that water with every step, you could see just how wet they were it was amazing, like the majority white of the sock turned quite see through while the bright yellow was now quite a dull yellow, kirsty said "i cant believe im doing this in my socks, they're actually soaking, i dont think ill be putting my shoes back on sod it ill just walk the rest of the way home in my socks, theyre ruined now anyway" but they werent really because we got to the end of the flooded part and she kinda stopped a little to observe them a little more and amazingly they werent dirty just a few specks here and there and she lifted up her leg to show the bottom of her sock and it was alright just a few specks of dirt round the toes but nothing major, they were just really really wet but she said she wasnt going to put her shoes on just to get the inside of them wet.
So we continued on walking down through the town centre in our wet socks just blindfully walking through puddles and not caring at this point and we get to other side but here theres just like grass fields, no paths, so kirsty takes 2 or 3 steps on the grass and says "ach, its no muddy just really wet" so we walk over the grass and i watch as kirsty takes a step and plants her white socked foot right into what must be the muddiest part of this field she winced "aww my socks! its muddy! i felt it squelch right under my foot" she placed her other foot into the mud "look at my socks" lifitng her foot to observe her sock and it was quite muddy especially the bottom the bottom and the sides of her sock had recieved a decent brown coating but she had to walk the rest and i watched as she squelched and padded her way through this mud in those cute white socks which by the end were ruined, where there was a path and we could observe the socks better and her socks were completely covered in mud apart from like the top and around the front of the ankles. "well, my socks are completely ruined now" she said.
After saying our goodbyes and what not, upon coming out the front gate and walking down the path, kirsty says "god, im glad that rains stopped' so i followed that up with "how, wee bit rain never hurt anybody we're fae scotland, should be used to it" and she says "naw, its just wi what im wearing especially on my feet" so i says "ahhh, right" whilst looking at her feet and seeing she has like 3 quarter length jeans on, socks and flats. "Definitely not appropriate shoes for rain, but my socks are cute eh," like pointing them out, but you couldnt really miss them as they were white ankle socks with a bright yellow band around the ankle and from what i could make out at this point, a bright yellow matching heel and yellow suns which had smiley faces over the tops, "i just got them the other day, i love them it would've been a shame to have them ruined already". So we continue walking, and the ground was so wet there was like small puddles and whatnot all over the place, but kirsty was carefully hopping and stepping over any gathering of water not getting a drop on those socks.
Now we're out of the street and turned onto which is like a main road with a path and a grass verge which leads down to the town centre, where kirsty lives, but on the other side and theres very few lights so its quite dark but its alright from what i could see no huge puddles or large gatherings of water or anything but the way the road/path is built is its on like a really large bend with like sort dip and crannies and what not but we just get on with it dont think anything of it at all we continue walking, chatting and swapping drinks. So, kirsty, not paying attention had stepped right through a puddle "aww, shit, my sock, its awrite though its just a wee bit" i was looking and it was really just the front of the sock that got it from the little water mark i could see between the sock and shoe. We continue on our path and we get to a bit where the grass verge ends for a good half mile to mile and it is completely flooded ankle deep, road and path. I said "what are we gonna do", kirsty said "i dont know, i need to get home" so just when i was genuinely going to take my shoes off and offer her them she said "sod it" lifting her foot up to slip her shoe off "my sock is already wet, and these shoes will just get filled" and without hesitation she planted her bright white and yellow sock on the cold, wet ground, you could see the bottom of her sock and around her toes getting a nice wetting from the ground, funnily she said "so much for my cute socks eh, oh well", so as she was taking her other shoe off she said "i cant believe im doing this, are you taking your shoes (adidas stan smiths) off?" i gave a small pause and she said "they'll just get filled anyway, so aye come on, get your shoes off and get your socks oot with me, let me see your socks since you can clearly see mine". I wear odd socks quite often and on this night i was wearing a white ankle sock with green matching toes and heels and a grey ankle sock with like crosshatch markings the top of it. So i took my shoes off and kirsty laughingly and jokingly said "aw wow odd socks, thats brilliant," so i planted my socked feet on the wet ground and immediately you could see the bottom of the grey sock had turned a dark grey coating of wetness and was working its way around my toes and up my heels.
So on we go, shoes in hands and proceed to walking the flooded path in our socks, with water up to our ankles and i watched as kirsty socks went from kinda dry to absolutely soaking in one step and i watched as her socks going in and out of that water with every step, you could see just how wet they were it was amazing, like the majority white of the sock turned quite see through while the bright yellow was now quite a dull yellow, kirsty said "i cant believe im doing this in my socks, they're actually soaking, i dont think ill be putting my shoes back on sod it ill just walk the rest of the way home in my socks, theyre ruined now anyway" but they werent really because we got to the end of the flooded part and she kinda stopped a little to observe them a little more and amazingly they werent dirty just a few specks here and there and she lifted up her leg to show the bottom of her sock and it was alright just a few specks of dirt round the toes but nothing major, they were just really really wet but she said she wasnt going to put her shoes on just to get the inside of them wet.
So we continued on walking down through the town centre in our wet socks just blindfully walking through puddles and not caring at this point and we get to other side but here theres just like grass fields, no paths, so kirsty takes 2 or 3 steps on the grass and says "ach, its no muddy just really wet" so we walk over the grass and i watch as kirsty takes a step and plants her white socked foot right into what must be the muddiest part of this field she winced "aww my socks! its muddy! i felt it squelch right under my foot" she placed her other foot into the mud "look at my socks" lifitng her foot to observe her sock and it was quite muddy especially the bottom the bottom and the sides of her sock had recieved a decent brown coating but she had to walk the rest and i watched as she squelched and padded her way through this mud in those cute white socks which by the end were ruined, where there was a path and we could observe the socks better and her socks were completely covered in mud apart from like the top and around the front of the ankles. "well, my socks are completely ruined now" she said.
31-35, M
