We rarely went to Walmart when I was a kid, but one day my grandmother asked my father if he could take her. It somehow turned into a family trip and my mother, sister and I tagged along. As we were shopping I had to go to the bathroom, so my mom told me to just go alone. I was maybe eight. I walked through some registers to get to the bathroom and out of no where a really, really old greater jumped out and waved his hands above his head while yelling gibberish. I proceeded to scream and ran crying into the bathroom. Some innocent lady in the bathroom hugged me to get me to stop crying and then led me outside. The other employees and just laughed “oh that’s just old hank. Hahaha!” Yeah, its soooo funny I couldn’t sleep for weeks without that creepy guy in my dreams.
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