Why we hate Bed Bath & Beyond

We just hate it today.  Our trashcan broke last week, so now the flip up lid doesn't flip anymore when you step on the lever, so you have to reach over and pull the lid up.  Not a huge problem, but it's not made to be flipped by hand, so it doesn't have a handle.

Luckily I had been saving up some BB&B gift cards, so we headed out after some sausage making, more on that later, to go get the new trashcan.  We stopped on the way to take Sasha to the dog park, so she tagged along to the store, and they have a new policy that dogs can't walk in the store, they have to be carried or sit in a cart.  A special "canine cart" shown here.  Honestly, that store is really busy, and we probably shouldn't have attempted to take the dog in, but it's so much easier than making two trips that are right there.   Anyway, she wasn't causing the problem, but I did think she looked silly in her dog cart.

We found the trashcan, got in line at checkout, which was MOBBED.  People all over the place, and one woman in particular who decided she really needed to move past our cart, between us and the woman pushing her husband in a wheelchair, to see if the line past us was shorter - so she snottily told Mr. D that he was in the way (we were one cart in line just outside the register).  He started off about how she was crazy and that he wasn't in the way, so she went past.  Then she decided that she needed to go past us AGAIN to get to the lines that were shorter that she had just walked past.  AGAIN she told us we were in the way - though it's not like we can get much smaller with the giant trashcan box that we were buying, so Mr. D told her she was crazy again, and to get a life, blah, blah.  I'm trying to tell him to get over it, it's not a big deal, and finally a manager comes over and pulls us to a line that just opened up, and tell us that this woman comes and buys one thing every weekend and pulls the same crap EVERY time.  We finally get checked out, grab a cab home, since we're all now a bit cranky and don't see that walking home would be good.  We open the box, and the stupid garbage can has a giant dent on the lid!

Given the direction of the day, we give in and decide to take care of it on Sunday.  While I make Alton Brown's meat sauce for spaghetti, Mr. D volunteers to go back to the store, where he encounters another nutty old person, doing the same sort of thing at check out.  Normally, I would think Mr. D might be exaggerating, just a touch, but the same manager was there, recognized Mr. D and said, "you're just not having any luck with old people this weekend are you?"

No we were not.