Baskets. Wicker baskets, felt baskets, plastic baskets, wire baskets, rope baskets... All the fucking awkward-shaped, ugly-ass baskets that fit, like, one to a shelf location so they end up overstocked and broken and turning their aisle and the entire home flat into a horror show. We have, like, 8 endcaps of fucking baskets and still have them stuffed everywhere on the floor and in the back.
