Thanksgiving 2013

For Thanksgiving 2013, my family went to my grandfather’s house to celebrate. We caught up, hung out, and ate the traditional foods, but it was during the three hour drive home, that the most memorable incident took place.


About an hour into the drive, my mom decided that she needed a caffeine fix, so she instructed my dad to pull into the next drive thru they came across, which happened to be a Jack in the Box. So we’re in this drive thru, and I told my dad that I wanted a big cheeseburger. We got to the speaker box, and the lady working there went through their standard introduction.


My dad leaned out the window and said “One big cheeseburger, and a Coke.”


“Okay…” The voice confirmed through the speaker, and on the little screen in red letters read “1 Big Cheeseburger…$1.29 2 Tacos…$1.00”.


My dad immediately got angry.


“I didn’t say tacos, I said a Coke! Take the tacos off!”


The tacos disappeared from the screen, and were replaced by a drink.


My little sister Renee decided she was hungry as well; “and some tacos for me,” she added.


This made my dad even angrier.


“Put the tacos back on!”


“…What…?” the voice asked through the speaker.


My dad got furious, “PUT THE TACOS BACK ON!”


The tacos reappeared on the screen.


“That’s all!”


“Okay,” the voice said, “pull forward to the first window.”


We pulled up, paid for the food, and pulled up to the last window. They handed over the drink first.


“Does anyone want a sip before I start drinking it?” my mom asked.


“Sure,” I said.


She handed the drink back to me and I took a sip before handing it back up. The food was coming through the window at this point.


“Ask them for an empty water cup so I can share some of this drink,” my mom told my dad.


“Can I get a water cup with nothing in it?” my dad asked the young woman at the window.


“Sure,” she said, as she grabbed a cup and started filling it with ice.


“What is she doing?” my mom asked, “We said put nothing in it.”


The lady then filled the cup up with water.


“Tell her it’s supposed to be empty,” My mom said to my dad.


“It’s fine,” my dad said back.


“No, tell her we want it-” the lady was back at the window about to hand the water over, so my mom decided to seize the opportunity, “EXCUSE ME, CAN WE GET-”


“NO!” My dad decided he had had enough.


He quickly snatched the cup being handed over, and slammed on the gas, peeling forward with a screech. At the same time, he simultaneously squeezed the cup with enough force that the lid would pop off, and swung it out the side of the window, splashing the side of the Jack in the box with water and ice. Out the back car window, I could see the lady gawking out the drive thru window with wide eyes and an open mouth, not having the slightest clue at what had just happened. In the back seat, we were laughing about that one for a long time.


Walking in Fall

The entire Fall 2013 semester was a big stream of craziness. Even when I was just walking to and fro, I’d always seem to stumble into odd situations…


One time I was just on my way home, walking down Telegraph. I got to the stoplight across the street from Buena, and I see this guy sprinting across the little field there. This guy was wearing all black, he had a black hat with a flap in the back, a black scarf hanging out of his back pocket, and a piece of black cloth tied around his pant leg. He looked like he had just come from a war-torn third world country. I noticed that there was a bus waiting at the little bus stop there, so I assumed the guy was trying to catch it.


He sprinted right next to the bus, and then stopped dead in his tracks. He paused for a minute, and then yelled “THAT’S NOT THE ONE I NEED!”


He swished his hand in the direction of the bus driver, and exclaimed “Go! Shoo! Get out of here! Go!”


By this time, I was near him, so he decided to inform me personally of his situation. He looked at me and stated “that’s not the one I need.”


I didn’t really know what to say, so I just shrugged and said “it happens.”


When I was walking through the college one time between classes, I found myself near this aged black man. He and I were walking at the same speed, with him just a few steps ahead of me. All of a sudden he just stopped in his tracks without warning, and bent over. I almost ran into him, so I swerved a little to avoid him.


He got up and smiled at me. I was a little confused at first, but then I saw a pencil in his hand.


“I just found this cool pencil, it must be my lucky day!” he said giddily.


I smiled back at him and said “Yeah, I guess it is.”


This last story happened when I was casually trotting along next to the post office.


There was this little old white lady on the sidewalk in front of me (I think she may have been from the old folk’s home near there). The sidewalk at this point was only wide enough for one person, and this lady was just going super slow, pushing a walker in front of her as she walked.


For a long time, I tried to walk slower so I wouldn’t have to overtake her, but she was going nowhere fast. I finally decided that I would have to pass her, even if it would seem a little rude. When I was right at her side, she looked at me with hopeful eyes.


“Darius?” she asked me, smiling.


I didn’t understand what she was saying at first. So I hesitated.


“You’re not Darius…” She said, shaking her head wistfully.


I was more stumped than I’d ever been. I just couldn’t figure out how to respond to that, so I just kind of nodded and kept walking. Looking back, I wonder if something was wrong with her.