I'm good friends with a guy I like to call Bart.  Bart lives in Chicago. He is funny...lookin. Anyway, I got a phone call from Bart the other night. Turns out he had a hell of a shocker while visiting a Wal-Mart store. I thought it belonged here on Grind Style, so I asked him to write a little something for the site.
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Summer Sites and Sounds from the local Wal-Mart
                 - by bart - 

Living in cities has its ups and downs but none are as low as a 
recent experience I had at one of Sam Walton's stores.
  
It was a clear and crisp Thursday in the life of me. I just returned 
home to a message from my old roommate saying that he has a 
pair of my shoes in his car and was close to my apartment at the LOCAL
WAL-MART. I was somewhat tired from a dramatic day of talking with D via
e-mail and trying to fend off the penguins from my lunch of Smore's. Man I
love Smores and every Thursday at work we have a bonfire and cook them for
lunch. It is great!!!! Somewhat dangerous but still good...  

Anyways back to the WAL-MART.  

I entered the store feeling very gitty to know that my shoes of past would 
once again be my shoes of present. I hadn't seen them
in quite some time so it was, well you know...."Like when you really miss
your shoes."  

If I am dragging this story out then tell me and I will get right to the point.  

Two Summers ago I was in Amsterdam and I went down to
the shower room in....well..........our sleazy hotel's shower room. NEVER
and I repeat NEVER go anywhere in Amsterdam unknowing of you surroundings.
I began to brush my teeth and noticed the dire condition of the bathroom.
This was not all that foreign to me as I had been traveling for quite some
time. The one thing that was foreign to me though was the pounding of skin
and a hurtful moan coming from one of the bathroom stalls. I saw two legs
and what I suspected as a man taking a very rough number 2. I began
brushing the teeth again and it didn't stop. I then thought about it and my
eyes BURST into tears.  I ran from the bathroom feeling violated. I got
back to the room and curled up on my bed telling my traveling mates of the
torture I had went threw. They laughed hysterically and left the room, eyes
still watering I rose from the bed and vowed never to be victim to a
bathroom beater again.  

But back to Wal-Mart...

I saw my roommate and his girlfriend getting camping
supplies for CAMPING. He handed me the keys to his car and I bolted out to
get my Boots. I disposed of the shoes in my own car and felt somewhat
complete again. As I entered the store to return the keys I had an urge to
go to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I noticed I was alone and
took care of my business. Yet to my TERRIFIED surprise I was not alone and
HE was in the bathroom stall again Beating himself and moaning. I sprinted
to tell my friends of the terrible thing I had now witnessed twice in my
young life. They reacted the same way, laughing.....  My old roommate ran to
the bathroom...to do what I do not know? I ran to my car and called D and
told him of the terrible things that go on at Wal-Mart. He too laughed
uncontrollably and then let his roommate's dog out to take a leak.  
He told me that this story had to be put onto Grindstyle so others knew of the
pitfalls of Wal-Mart Restrooms.  

Thank you for listening and be careful...   

 

B

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