It was the Wal-Mart in Kenosha, WI. We were done shopping. I had my 3 year old daughter. She always tries to go to those claw machines but I never have cash/change. She’s stubborn and just stands there staring at the toys inside so I just picked her up and was headed toward the exit when a group of about 4 frat looking douchey guys in their early 20′s/late teens entered. One threw one of those little “firecrackers” that’s just basically a tiny bag of gunpowder behind us – startling us. I felt they wanted to make the fat mom drop her baby so they could snap a photo and send it here. This is my Walmart story. You’re welcome.
And I must add on the way in there was a shopping cart with about 4 “empties” of Miller Lite cans. Classy!