In the spirit of Greg's work stories:
My boyfriend works for an insurance company in the claims department. Basically, he approves or declines your claims. This one company has a deal where they can claim anything, which often ends up being groceries. Tonight he had two receipts for one woman. The first was for groceries: about ten bags of Doritos, fish sticks, frozen hamburgers, Pepsi Cola, Kraft cheese, Little Debbie cakes, etc. for about seven inches of receipt.
The second receipt: A 10 pack pair of XXXL underpants.
I know one shouldn't laugh, but I do.