In a Fred's salespaper, I found this story written by the mother of a 28 year old mentally challenged man:
"In your Jasper, AL store I had the most pleasant employee help my 28-year old mentally challenged son with a bounce back ball. A lady named Marilyn offered assistance. She brought us four different kinds of balls (uhuhuhuh, balls). My son is not very good at deciding things and got nervous (what a dork). Marilyn smiled and laid the balls (uhuhuhuh) on the counter (uhuhuhuh she laid his balls on the counter uhuhuhu) and started saying "any-many-miny-moe". He started laughing as she continued with her little game (this guy is a total dork, uhuhuh). He was so excited when she landed on the most colorful one of all. He clapped his hands (retard) and grabbed the ball (uhuhuhuh grabbed the ball). I was so stunned that she even cared which one he wanted. Marilyn was so into making him happy. She smiled and told him she liked that one too. As she walked away she winked at me and smiled. (uhuhuh she likes that retard's mom) I thanked her very much for her help. I left her smiling (uhuhuhuh she scored with her) and went on to the register with my son and "Moe" the ball (uhuhuh ball)." (I'm not going to copy the rest, but it said something about the son potentially having a tantrum if that lady wasn't there to help him decide which ball to pick)
That's most of it. That guy is so retarded, he still plays with kick balls and names them. He will never get laid!
