I am a Walmart maintenance associate and I was recently called to the front men’s room to find an empty can of BBQ vienna sausages and a pair of underwear. The underwear were covered in BBQ sauce. Did this guy use it to wipe his hands and face on? I mean its the handicapped stall, so there is a paper towel dispenser 4 feet away from it…
Awww shit, I’ve seen this story before and I don’t see it playing out well for our Indian friend over there.
Oregon & Tennessee
It’s time to pick off that lice and enjoy another fun time of Who Wears it Better: Rapunzel’s Boyfriend-That-She-Probably-Keeps-Hidden-From-Friends-And-Family-Because-She-Is-Embarrassed-Of-Him Edition…whew I’m out of breath. Ya so, who ya got? Blonde or brunette?
Yesterday while waiting in line at my local Wal-Mart to exchange a defective item, what I was hearing from the customer ahead of me gave me an idea: When it was my turn, I approached the counter without showing what I was exchanging, looked the young woman straight in the eye and said in kind of a rapid-fire manner: “I want you to give me my money back on something I bought last year. I don’t have my receipt and I don’t remember what it was, but that’s your problem, not mine.” She got that deer-in-the-headlights look, but as soon as I finished with what I was saying, I burst into laughter, and she did too because she then realized I was not only kidding, but also showing her some empathy. I told her I understood what she must go through on a daily basis (she corrected me: hourly, not daily), and we both had a good laugh. So did the lady in line behind me, who heard the whole thing.