Freaks at Wal-Mart

TTIUWBubbler.

 

agreed.

 

I had the unfortunate pleasure of working a third shift for six months at Super Wal-Mart. That's when the real freaks come out. My favorite was a group of teens walking through the aisles sniffing air freshner, glue, etc., to get a quick, free high. A few of us had to chase them out. Good times.

 

Yeah, but I bet you've got some pretty damn good stories, though, Will.

 

As someone who does most of my shopping at 2 a.m., I can say that most of the freaks in there at that time are Wal-Mart employees.

 

solid. damn solid.

 

Let the man have his fun and tell his stories.
And Pallister, is it possible you need to stop by Wal-Mart for some laxitive and vaseline to help you get your head out of your ass?

 

that was a little over the top, bill.

 

Oh, I think that pretty much nailed it. (If he'd spelled "laxative" correctly.)

 

I've seen more people in wheelchairs and with oxygen tanks at casinos than I have in hospitals.

 

how do you know casinos don't sell oxygen tanks and give discounts to those who buy oxygen tanks at their establishments? something to ponder, yes?

 

My grandma's brother has been carrying around an oxygen tank for the better part of two decades. And half that time has been spent in a casino.