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The good folks over at Gawker have gathered an anthology of Walmart stories—from shoppers and employees. The anecdotes are terrifying, and not least because of the feces stories:
The issue of feces is an ever-present problem at all Walmart stores, even at the relatively upscale location I worked at in Carlsbad, California. I once saw a woman stash a soiled diaper behind items on a store shelf. With several trashcans nearby, I could never figure out why she did it. The cheap thrill of knowing that there was an employee who's life was probably worse hers that would have to clean up after her child, that for once in her miserable life, somebody else would have to dispose of her kid's crap? I will never know. Another time, a detached, distracted mother refused to walk her young son the bathroom. After he finally soiled his pants, she became irate, and humiliated him by forcing him to continue walking the store with her, even as he left a trail of smeared feces on the ground behind him.· Life at Walmart [Gawker]