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Why We’re Not Registered at Bed, Bath and Beyond

Wedding registries make me cranky. I hate them in concept, though understand their necessity. It’s either a registry or twenty-five random heart-shaped vases.

One of my biggest pet peeves is when employees of franchise stores like Bed, Bath, and Beyond and Crate and Barrel use the word “I” in relation to the products they are pushing. For example:

Employee: Welcome to Bed, Bath and Beyond! Can I help you?

Me: Yes, I’m looking for a desk lamp. Do you have any of those?

Employee: Yes, I do have three desk lamps. Would you like me to show you where I keep them?

Me: Are you going to take me to your house?

Employee: (looks confused) Sorry?

Me: You said “I” have three desk lamps. So I was just wondering if you were going to sell them out of the back of your car or something.

Employee: No, no, I mean here at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

Me: Oh, see, I got confused because you said “I have three desk lamps.” I didn’t think you actually owned or created anything here at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I thought you worked for Bed, Bath and Beyond.

Employee: Would you like to see the lamps or not?

Me: Of course. Lead the way.

Ok. So that’s not the real reason we’re not skipping down the aisles of BB & B with a 007 scanner gun. But you have to admit, the above conversation would have annoyed you too.