Hey girl, Ever since I moved into your old apartment, I see you freaking everywhere, girl. You first greeted me with your Bed Bath & Beyond coupon blazing like a welcome banner in my (our?) janky mailbox. No big. No one expects another human to stem the Niagara surge of those coupons to their door, past or present. BB&B knows who you are and where you live even if you’ve never stepped foot in their warehouse of oil-diffused fog example beds with their bait-and-switch mattresses ballooning high up off their frames. Somewhere an unborn fetus is receiving that coupon before…