I definitely remember the lawnmowers. The pants. The apparently orgasmic tools. But I don’t think mine had a kiosk. Honestly, I probably spent more time at neck-breaking Walmart kiosks than at any other.
That one was my favorite because I don’t think many knew it was there, the section was always empty, and in the years they had it, the thing kept working unlike all the other stores…
I definitely remember the lawnmowers. The pants. The apparently orgasmic tools. But I don’t think mine had a kiosk. Honestly, I probably spent more time at neck-breaking Walmart kiosks than at any other.
That one was my favorite because I don’t think many knew it was there, the section was always empty, and in the years they had it, the thing kept working unlike all the other stores…
Ah, yes, the pain of having the “IS MY TURN!” talk with a terrible child you’ve never met.