Disgusting Sights Witnessed At Wal-Mart
‘The second time I was visiting a friend at her farmhouse in rural Oklahoma and needed to grab a toothbrush and some toothpaste, as I’d forgotten mine. I rolled up to a 24-hour Walmart at about midnight and it was like stepping into the movie Jacob’s Ladder. As I walked through the doors some drunk guy stumbled into me and vomited all over the place, narrowly missing my shoes. Then I saw a woman asleep on the floor, in the middle of the cosmetics section, snoring loudly and wrapped up in a blanket like she was at home in bed. [..]
Once when perusing clocks, me and my girlfriend heard a mother screaming at her child from the next aisle: “I’m gonna tell you one more time, and then I’m gonna kick you in the head. Now put it down!” [..]
A friend of mine worked at an IGA or something a few years back. One night when he was on cash, a very guy who was in line with his caretaker announced loudly that he’s “GOTTA POOP!” before letting out a DBZ roar, dropping his pants, squatting, and spraying diarrhoea all over the floor. Yeah.’
