Let’s get one thing straight: this isn’t about nostalgia. This isn’t about “remembering the good ol’ days” or some sepia-toned childhood memory of walking to the corner 7-Eleven with crumpled dollar bills and big dreams. No. This is about justice. About flavor. About dignity.
This is about how DK gas stations are the actual worst, and how El Pasoans (me, specifically) have had enough.
DK Slushies Taste Like Regret and Missed Potential
You walk into a DK thinking maybe, just maybe, you can salvage a bad day with a cold, sweet slushie. But what do you get? A choice of three flavors, if you’re lucky. One of them is always “Temporarily Unavailable” (which is DK code for “this machine hasn’t worked since Obama was president”).
You hit the button and pray. The machine hisses. It sputters. And then it coughs out lukewarm sugar-water foam that tastes like sadness…