Back in the day when I worked at Wal-Mart, some truly weird things happened on the job. I found myself writing about one of these incidences at length, but unwilling to publish, for whatever reason. Eventually the piece sat for long enough that I forgot about it.
Just this evening, I came across the lovely story of A Match Made in the S-Mart Parking Lot, and decided to polish it up, try to fix the spelling mistakes, and put it out there for you to enjoy.
There is some embellishment, but most of the action going on in this little vignette is pretty much as it happens. The biggest departure from reality is that the jewelry associate is not nearly that clever in real life.