Forget about the boogie man

Posted: January 10th, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Home Life | 3 Comments »

Something happens in my closet: every time I open the closet doors there are more hangers than there were the day before. By now, hangers in my closet outnumber clothing 3-1. But these hangers are no ordinary mysteriously multiplying metal materiel. They sneakily snag themselves together just to make my wardrobe planning more difficult. I try and pull one out, but they cling together like lovers being torn apart. Others fall to the floor, possibly trying to create a distraction. But I’m heartless. I keep tugging. I mangle and untangle and the once triangular shape looks like a beaten “S.” But they get the last laugh. Because upon my next closet opening they have yet again multiplied.

I am trying to get to the bottom of this trickery. Do I have a magical closet? Do hangers have a lust for reproduction? Maybe someone is playing a cruel joke. But who? The questions are more than the answers and I don’t know who to call. (Hanger Busters?)

I feel helpless. I sleep right across from my closet and, naturally, I can only wonder about what magic manifests itself in there. I can’t help but think back to the movie Star Wars, Attack of the Clones. I remember the thousands and thousands of little white drones lining up to, well, attack. (Great name, Lucas.) Then I think of thousands of hangers in my closet, training for battle with special combat techniques—ready to swing off the bar and rip out my eyeballs as I lay helpless in bed.

You may think I’m joking, but what if I’m right? I mean, it’s so perfect. Who would expect it? What if your hangers were planning the same thing? What about your neighbors’ hangers? It’s pretty scary if you think about it. That’s why I like to think of flowers instead.

Flowers are nice…

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3 Comments on “Forget about the boogie man”

  1. 1 Anonymous said at 3:15 pm on January 10th, 2007:

    it’s the dry cleaners fault, they’re in cahoots with the hangers. they make you give your shirt in without a hanger, forcing you to leave the original home. Then when they return the shirt they give you a new hanger. Which is precisely why at the end of each month I make a special stop at my dry cleaners and drop off the extra hangers.

  2. 2 Rgordon83 said at 4:06 pm on January 10th, 2007:

    You give them back?! That just encourages them to keep giving out more! That’s why i stick them in a garbage can and pour gasoline all over them, burn them, then burry them in 20 feet of cement. It’s a bit tedious, but it does the trick.

  3. 3 Anonymous said at 8:15 pm on January 12th, 2007:

    I seem to be running short on hangers all the time. Maybe their migrating to nicer clothes.

    Mike


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