Date: August 4th, 2026 9:12 AM Author: Marvelous incel plaza
You lie on your deathbed in your final moments and as your eyelids drop the montage begins. You expect a more typical compendium of life experiences, but you soon realize its only one thing. Its only the various times you filled Slurpee cups at 7/11.
Youre initially surprised at how many times you did this. Slurpees are fine, but you never had any particular love for them, nor ever made a habit of going to 7/11. But look... there are you... dozens and dozens of times since childhood. The sound of the machine: PSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH
In the first clips it's your mom or dad filling the cup, as you stood by their legs, gazing up, giving instructions or waiting with big eyes.
In each of the clips, you can feel the thrill in your body that you felt then. The pure expectant joy.
Date: August 4th, 2026 9:17 AM Author: self-absorbed locale
The memories circle back. An onslaught of denial where you tell your own son "that crap is full of microplastics" and hand him a bottle of Kefir. He goes on to become a Big Lawyer, just like you.
Date: August 5th, 2026 11:44 AM Author: Shimmering 180 den
I thought, by the thread title, this was going to take a disgusting turn. But no.
If that is the montage-- me going to 7-11 after a baseball game or me taking my kids to get a slurpee after a soccer or baseball game -- I am more than fine with it.