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THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN LAST WEEK AT MY LOCAL KMART. YES, THAT IS A SEALED VHS TAPE OF JIMMY NEUTRON THE MOVIE, IN 2014, AT KMART, SITTING NEXT TO DVDS AND BLU-RAYS, PRICED AT $8.99 

To give perspective, this film was released on VHS in 2002 and has been sitting unopened in a Kmart store for 12 years, longer than children now in middle school. 

Plain proof that no one does inventory or gives a shit at any Kmart anywhere. Someone could probably live in Kmart and have no one notice. 

In 2001, I did an experiment for school about the idea of living in a big-box store like this. I selected a busy 24hr Meijer, which is a midwest-only combination of Marts both K and Wal. I entered the store on a lovely friday afternoon, and didn’t leave the store until the following sunday evening. I read the entire magazine section, played all of the demos of the games in the electronics section, and beat minesweeper on my phone innumerable times. I ate at the pizza parlour they’d just installed, and slept on the display furniture. I wandered around the racks during the day, bored out of my skull. I considered buying frozen burritos and asking one of the employees if they had a breakroom where I could microwave them, but that felt like it wouldn’t truly answer the question if someone could live in a Meijer; I’d be using resources that weren’t public.

The only time I was ever asked if I needed any help was on sunday morning around 8am, and then it was only waking me up to ask me if I was drunk and had wandered in that night and fell asleep on their displays. I said, “no, I’m fine, I’m just trying this futon.” and was left alone.

The people that work there really don’t care.

u lived in a k-mart

Anyone remember that website that posted 1000 ways to get kicked out of Wal-Mart? Well my friends and I decided to try this a few years back, but it was before I could drive so we had to walk to the closest store, which was a K-Mart. I’m sure it’s no surprise that nothing we tried actually got any sort of response from anyone at all- that is until we tried grabbing instruments from the toys section and jamming out obnoxiously. I grabbed some baby-piano, while my sis grabbed bongo drums, and my two other friends got various guitar-type toys and we went out into the furniture section and stood where the sofas were. We started banging on the instruments as loud as we could while sing-screaming Panic! At the Disco!’s ‘I write sins not tragedies’. Soon, people in the store gathered to us (some employees but mostly just shoppers), Just when a small crowd had formed, we realized that they weren’t going to kick us out. As a matter of fact they were sitting there singing along and some random old guy was even dancing. We were so surprised but it was probably the funniest thing ever because here we are trying to get kicked out of k-mart and all these people just gather around singing and dancing with us and even applauding when we finish our terrible performance. They liked it so much we ended up stupidly singing two more songs before leaving the store.  And that’s how I discovered it’s impossible to get kicked out of K-mart.

you mean that’s how you discovered you could start a band right? You literally put on a concert at K-mart. You even gave them an encore.

real talk when i worked at k-mart i never worked closing shifts but i had to do the first shift of the day a few times and one morning i was walking back to the breakroom to put my bag in my locker and this dude was straight up sleeping on the couch and when i asked a coworker about it they shrugged and said, “that’s paul”

i fucking love kmart oh my god

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