So, to celebrate our impending graduation, my friends and I decided to go to the Walmart down the street with the intention of getting kicked out.

We arrived at the Walmart and started messing around with the toys. We played volleyball with one of the huge rubber balls that were 2 for $5. Then we got bored with that, so we went to the clothes section and tried on the ugliest clothes we could find. We were really loud and the dressing room workers were getting kinda pissed off, but still, no getting kicked out.

In search of more amusement, we wandered into the lingerie department and took pictures of ourselves holding up 46 DD bras to our chests. But we soon got bored with that too and went back to the toys.

My friend was about to take a picture with all of us standing in the middle of a hula hoop holding up a giant rubber ball when the assistant manager walked up and told us that pictures weren't allowed in Walmart. I urged my friend with the camera to take a picture of our Walmart buddie, Eddie (the manager), and get us kicked out. She didn't, and Eddie left us alone.

A little while later, I came up with the brillant idea of stalking Eddie. The problem was that we had no idea where he went. My friend asked some random Walmart worker where Eddie was and provided us with the information that Eddie worked in furniture.

With that, we commenced stalking. We peeked out of an isle to the furniture section and saw him standing there. We all stared at him until he looked at us, then we hid behind the isle, ran to the next closest isle, and repeated the above procedure. This continued for about ten minutes. Finally, Eddie called us all over there and gave us a little speech. It went something like,"If you want to shop, you're welcome to stay, but if you're here to play, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He couldn't even keep a straight face with us because we kept on cracking jokes and being silly.

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Originally posted by Daniel:
You didn't actually get kicked out. He said he would kick you out, but you left by yourselves. When the security guards have to drag you out of the store while you scream at them is getting kicked out.

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a few days after our banning, we went back (at our usual time) and the managers were waiting for us. they met us at the door

"uhhhh you cant be here" we stepped past them and went to the counter... "i'll have a number one with no mayo. thanks."