I work at Wal-Mart in ladies wear, and have for several years. I work mostly around the fitting rooms, but when I'm not there I'm just putting out stock, cleaning up, etc.

Last week, it was about three o'clock, and I was instructed by my supervisor to watch the fitting room while Cathy, the girl who usually works there when I'm not, went on break.

I quickly assumed my post, and pulled out the fitting room keys from the shelf. I waited for someone. First, a man approached the male's side, and struggled with the door.

"You need a key," I said, passing it to him.

He grabbed it from me, and stumbled in slowly with his slim fit jeans draped over his arm.

Another woman came, more friendly, and asked for it. She knew the routine.

Several other people came, and left, and I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to any of them.

Until one.

A bald, elderly man rushed towards the counter, and fought with the door once again.

"You need the key," I said, repeating the same command, and action.

The man pulled it from my hand, and it nearly ripped the flesh on my hand. Surprised, I backed away with fear. He ran in and chose the first room. The shirt he brought with him was thrown and draped over the top of the stall he was in. It didn't move, which was very strange because the impression I had was that he was going to try it on. He had nothing else with him.

Finally, about five minutes later, the man opened the door, smiling. He still hadn't tried on the shirt, and almost forgot it as he was leaving.

"Did it fit okay?" I asked him suspiciously.

He glared at me. "A little big," he said, and walked away.

Cathy arrived just after he left, and thanked me. I went back to cleaning Ladies Wear, when My name was called over the speakers to report to the fitting room. The voice was Cathy's. I hopped I hadn't messed something up.

I arrived, and asked her if everything was okay, and she told me why she needed me.

Someone had taken a poop in the first stall.

Cathy and I had to clean it. The fitting rooms were shut down that day, and I seriously considered putting in my two weeks notice.
-- Kris