Bed Bath & Beyond

Everything is almost always completely in stock. The shop is organized, clean, easy to find items. It is of course a more expensive store to shop at compared to lets say Walmart. It can be difficult to find someone working here to get large items stored up top like blenders. It typically is a smooth in and out shopping experience.

This store and every bed and bath I’ve ever been in has it all! I have to say it’s a bit pricey but they have a great selection of almost anything. I have gotten some nice framed pictures. The cleaning products are great. They have everything you need for ever type of cleaning through out the house. Huge bathroom selection.
The area where the store is located has great parking and easy to get out of, the staff in all of the stores I’ve been in are very helpful. It’s a great place to shop for whatever, great bridal/​wedding gifts as well,

Awesome, got in, got my juicer after calling a shitload of other Bed Bath & Beyonds in the state — all of whom were out of the Breville JE98XL version or whatever it is I hunted and purchased. Well…
Mom purchased it. She’s nice like that. I’m filled with gratitude for having such a nice family, that takes care of me while I lick my wounds after stupidly quitting my semi-​cush job in this wretched, unforgiving economy.
I figure, juicing can save my life. If the $ 7.99 I paid to re-​instate my Netflix membership lead me to watch «Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead» and re-​ignite my passion for juicing and belief in the power of juicing to CURE ALL THE WORLD’S ILLS, including my very debilitating mental illness* — well, then, I might as well drive to BB&B and pick up my juicer.
It’s a bad idea to delve into a product review whilst reviewing a store. Wicked annoying, and totally ERRONEOUS! I know.
So, the store — umm… How do people do this stuff? Write reviews with actually relevant content? It behooves me. I just wanted to say ‘behooves’ btw —
Let’s see… What is this place… like? It’s big. Totally big. Like, cavernous. But not dark and dank or damp! Not like an ACTUAL CAVE, mind you. It’s brightly lit, kind of like a WALMART. But much taller seeming, and less adequately laid out. What I mean by that is, well, have you ever been in one of these things?! It’s DESIGNED to get you lost. You’re like, «Wow! Look at this rack of 49 different shower curtains! And 87 different miniature bathroom themed trash bins to go with them. oo oo oo! Mom! I want the sea shell theme! Buy me some sea shell… s… Mom? Mom?!? MOM WHERE ARE YOU?!» [insert Ativan] {juuuust kidding} Oh, she’s right there… Hiding… Oh, nope, shes’ under the bedspread again, talking to her imaginary friend.
Where was I?
OH! Riiiiight… getting lost in Bed, Bath & Beyond. What an apropos name! This place IS, simply: Beyond.
They even have soda-​making contraptions, for all your C02 needs.
*I’m not REALLY mentally ill, at least not in the classic lobotomy-​worthy or ECT sense. I’m just a child of the Drug Generation (not the hippie dippie 60s either, mind you) who’s been labeled and prescribed up to kalamazoo and down the wazoo and like Alice tumbling down her hole, I find, that somehow, in some ways… Well, I’ve nearly lost my way.