Bed, Bath & Beyond… Way Beyond
Posted on Sunday, September 7th, 2003 at 21:00.
Finding the mirror in my room insufficient for practical use, I asked around the dorm and was able to locate a Bed, Bath & Beyond. Thus, my first trip on The T by myself began. I was a bit disoriented in walking to the store after getting off The T, due to the lack of street signs. Thanks to Fenway Park, I found my way.
Apparently door mirrors were on everyone’s back-to-school shopping list. The only mirrors left were the real glass mirrors with nice molding and door hanging hardware#8230; for $29.99. Such a purchase killed my frugal soul, but I felt narcissist and I appreciated the higher quality product.
After my trip into “& Beyond”, I remembered that I still needed to replace several personal hygiene items that I had forgotten at Mark’s apartment. Hygiene items are typically one aisle in a grocery store. Guys can scout out this aisle before entering, discreetly and quickly walk down the aisle, hastily grab the necessary item, and exit without making eye contact with anyone. The guy thing is a bit more difficult in a store where over a third of the floor space is of such items. I picked out what I needed, proceeded to checkout, and thought I was set. But no, the cashier wanted to talk about the items I was buying, even pausing to read the back label of one item. Some people may consider this a last ditch effort to minimalize the frustration accumulated during the long wait in the check-out lines. I consider it an invasion of privacy. No one needs to know what soap I use and why.
