I love your site. Every time I go to Walmart, I have my cellphone camera ready, since you never know when a wal-creature might turn the corner. At my local Wally World, the best viewing time is after 11pm. After 3am, it’s just too scary to go into the store. East central Florida.
Keep up the great service!
The family and I was in our local Wal-Mart looking for some movies for movie night, while my mom was looking at the romantic movies, my dad and brothers were looking at the action movies. I could not help but notice a guy and I am guessing his girlfriend walking together. What puzzled me was the fact this woman’s boob was hanging from her very loose shirt and the couple keep walking and smiling. Later on, I see a worker inform the woman of her exposed breast. She had no idea she was walking with her boob out the whole time. The most disturbing thing was the fact that her boyfriend knew the whole time. How do I know this? He was looking at it too.
My sister used to work at one of the local Walmarts that happens to be on a side of town with a high immigrant population. This leads to many misunderstandings and sightings Americans might find culturally odd, no more, however, than what she witnessed one day. She was a cashier and during slow times of the day she was required to do returns. She went to the canned food aisle to return several items to the shelf when she realized there was poop all down the aisle. She went to get the manager, who along with my sister, tracked down the culprit by following the fecal trail. Apparently, this immigrant woman, who was wearing a skirt, was walking down aisles shopping and pooping at the same time. The manager and the woman got into a screaming match when he tried to explain to her that she just couldn’t walk down the aisles and drop bowel movements. The woman left the store and some poor Walmart employee (thankfully not my sis) had to clean it up. The worst part? The woman came back and did the same thing two more times before management told her she couldn’t shop there anymore!
While at Wal-Mart, I overheard a mother yelling at her son, who was attached to the cart by a leash-like device and was touching everything that his 2-foot radius would allow. After ripping something out of his hands, she yelled (loud enough for all within a 200-ft earshot range to hear), “IF YOU DON’T STOP TOUCHING THINGS, I AM GONNA BREAK YOUR FINGERS!” while fellow Wal-Mart shoppers looked on in horror.