Depends on if I got farted on in the electronics aisle.
If I have to sniff feculent air and suffer through some cashier wanting to talk about how every damn product I purchase helped him/her in a way that Jesus would be proud, then I would bolt out the door and take my chances with the local constables. If I got through a shopping experience without gagging at the various malodorous experiences that one can have whilst being a patron of the blue and grey behemoth store, then I might let old Mr. Jenkins fondle my receipt. With happiness.
All that being said...I stole a Gobot toy from Walmart in Claremore when I was like 10...didn’t get caught, and enjoyed an afternoon of playing Gobots in silly bliss.
When I think about all those times I have to wait to check out because there’s 32 cash registers manned by 2.5 employees, I grin and think, “yeah....but I got you pricks good THAT ONE TIME!”...
....which is usually followed by someone blowing silent *** and ruining my little rebellious trip down memory lane.
My advice on this matter is to save your olfactory bulbs and other nerves, carry a pistol and some handi-wipes, and shop somewhere else.
Actually, handi-wipes and a pistol sounds about right for Walmart...