I used to work at Wal-Mart and, yes, I have some stories. Here's one....

An older gentleman, well-dressed and well-spoken, walked up to the service desk (where you return stuff) and placed a white plastic Wal-Mart bag on the counter and said he needed to return this. I opened the bag and found a pile of white men's underwear (the whitey tighty kind) in the bag. No package, no receipt, just a bunch of underwear in a grocery bag. I proceeded to tell the man I wouldn't be able to refund his money because......well......first of all I had no idea what to charge him. Was this one package or two? What kind, what size? I had no way of knowing what to price the merchadise at. Due to turning him down right off the bat, I never even looked at the underwear. He got angry and had me call a manager. When the manager came up, I guess she figured it would cost us more in the long run to have an unhappy customer and told me to just do my best at figuring out the price and give him his money back.

At that point, I had to remove the underwear from the bag to count them and see what brand name they were. Upon removing the underwear one at a time, I noticed every one of them were stained yellow, as if he had worn them and urinated himself. I quickly placed them bakc in the bag, estimated the count, and used the first price I saw on a package of that many.

Here's another good one...

I also worked in the photo lab. I guess few people realize that in a small photo lab like the ones you see in Wal-Mart, all your pictures are seen as they are being printed. This one guy brought in a roll of film and, upon processing, they were pictures of his penis laid against a yardstick as if he were measuring himself.

Another lady took pictures of herself naked lying around with a bunch of German shepherds in very promiscuous positions.

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