.....I step into line and just a few seconds later an older raggedy as fuck looking piece of white trash lady pushes a cart up and gets in line behind me. As the clerk is helping the one customer that is in front of me I am peering into the shelves to see what all they have in stock. When it is my turn I ask how many boxes of .22 they have left as the view of it is a little obstructed by other boxes of ammo. He grabs all of it, counts it, and tells me there is 4 boxes left total. I ask how much of it I can have and he tells me 3 boxes. I say I will take 3 and the lady behind me starts throwing a full blown tantrum. Among other choice phrases she said "well fuck me I guess". As I am wrapping up my purchase she tells the clerk in a really rude tone "I guess ill take that one last fucking box". I had my 4yo son with me and I did not appreciate her language around him in the least. But hey its walmart what should I expect.
The moral to the story is that I picked up 150 rounds of .22 and the first $8,000 gets it.
The moral to the story is that I picked up 150 rounds of .22 and the first $8,000 gets it.
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