Wal-Mart just rents stuff - especially clothes - people buy it, use it and then return it. Shoes, clothes, Christmas decorations - once I even had a garden gnome returned with the UPC sticker all grungy on the bottom from sitting on the ground for a month. When they've got the receipt, we can't do anything but give them dirty looks.
But I had a totally new one today.
Real hot surfer boy flip-flops up. Sun-bleached hair and an ice chest. You know where the story goes from here.
He puts it on the counter. It is still wet so I figure he must have used it all day at the beach and now he's returning it. I ask for the receipt and sure enough, there's a suitcase of Michelob plus stuff for a cookout. I'm kind of jealous. A cookout sounds fun, especially compared to a Sunday at the Wal-Mart!
I smile and give him the look. "So I guess you kept the beer then."
He grins. "Yeah." He knew I knew.
And really dude, you could have cleaned it up a bit more. The top was dirty and there was still some sand on it. At least he was cute!