Funny how DSTIP can come at the most inopportune moments. One day, Ralstin and I headed out to lunch from school. It was a bright and sunny day; one that wasn't too hot, wasn't too cold, it was just right. So anyway, we were in the car, talking about how weird it would be if a bird flew out of the bushes and into the car, seeing as the windows were down. (Ralstin is terrified of birds, so she rolled the window up immediately) Of course, I'm getting ahead of myself a little bit, because I forgot to tell you that we were in the drive-thru at McDonald's. This is very important.
We were in line behind other cars, so we decided to turn the radio up a "little bit." (WINK!) As we moved closer and closer to the payment window, Ralstin started singing loudly (rather out of tune, I'm afraid), and bobbing her head up and down (I can only assume she was dancing--there was no proof).
Suddenly, out of nowhere--actually out of the bushes next to her car--a giant crow went flying into the driver's side window. BAM. Ralstin, taken out of her "dancing/singing" state (THANK GOD!!!), screamed bloody murder, and flapped her arms around much like the wings of the ginormous crow. For a moment I thought about fleeing from the car, but had I left, I would've missed the final symptoms of the disease.
She sat gasping for breath, trying desperately to compose herself before reaching the window. I, naturally, was laughing the hair on my chinny-chin-chin off (I don't really have hair on my chin, it's just an expression). I don't think she appreciated this very much, but who cares. I was having the time of my life.
We finally reached the window. With shaking hands, Ralstin paid the kindly old McDonald's employee. The old woman handed Ralstin the food, and Ralstin shoved the car into drive and started to speed away.
"RALSTIN YOU FREAKING WEIRDO!!!" I cried in exasperation. She had forgotten one of the most important parts of the meal: the drinks.
She slammed on the brakes, sending me lurching into the dashboard. "Huh?" She asked, thoroughly confused.
"THE DRINKS, WOMAN, THE DRINKS!!!!!" I may have seemed mad on the outside, but inside I, well, nevermind. I was pretty pissed off.
Ralstin looked in the rear-view mirror, and to her horror, the poor old Micky Dee's woman was waving her arms out of the window, pointing at the drinks. The poor people waiting to pay in their cars rolled their eyes and, um, "gestured" at us.
Ralstin threw the car into reverse, backed up, and grabbed the drinks. Again, she sped away, except faster this time. She turned the radio up again: This time, she didn't sing.
Retold by Sloane Brunswick
This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent victims of this atrocious disease. To see more cases of DSTIP, and what it can do to you, click here.
Funny how DSTIP can come at the most inopportune moments. One day, Ralstin and I headed out to lunch from school. It was a bright and sunny day; one that wasn't too hot, wasn't too cold, it was just right. So anyway, we were in the car, talking about how weird it would be if a bird flew out of the bushes and into the car, seeing as the windows were down. (Ralstin is terrified of birds, so she rolled the window up immediately) Of course, I'm getting ahead of myself a little bit, because I forgot to tell you that we were in the drive-thru at McDonald's. This is very important.
