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Over at Zug.com, Bayan Rabbani shares all the details — good, bad, and ugly — of the 24 consecutive hours he spent wandering around — making friends, eating food, getting a manicure — in a Super Walmart in Texas “with absolutely no regard for my hygiene or sanity.”<\/p>\n
Bayan began his Jack Bauer-like experiment at midnight on a Wednesday, not exactly peak hours at the W.<\/p>\n
“I was literally two minutes in, and already panicking,” he recalls. “Look at the desolation of this aisle — what the hell was I going to do in the store for 24 hours? I was certain that come 2:00 or 3:00 a.m., I would bail.”<\/p>\n
At some point in the evening, Bayan claims to have blacked out, only to wake up with his face down on the table of Walmart’s McDonald’s just before 7 a.m.<\/p>\n
To keep himself amused, he made suggestive remarks to an elderly woman in the produce aisle and attempted to convince a shopper that Redbox uses the color red because it’s owned by communists.<\/p>\n
After his manicure, Bayan headed over to the bank where he opened a bank account he’ll never use. Then it was on to distract himself with the Wii, some energy drinks and more McDonald’s.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t until almost 22 hours into his adventure that he caught the eye of store management and was called to the front of the store.<\/p>\n
“When I told them my mission, they just laughed and told me not to get into trouble,” he writes.<\/p>\n
Looking back now with the hindsight of several weeks, Bayan waxes poetic:<\/p>\n
I’m not exaggerating at all when I say that Walmart really started to feel like home. I know it had been only 24 hours, but I couldn’t imagine not being there. I finally understand those prisoners who have been imprisoned for decades. It really is difficult to leave a place that you have become familiar with. I’m still jittery.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n