Over the holidays, I had a death in the family. One of our hangers committed suicide. Don’t laugh, I was shocked. I hadn’t expected it at all. I must have missed all the clues. There I was, minding my own business. Doing the laundry and not thinking about anything other than which shirt belongs to which kid. I had a group of hangers on the bed where I sort and pile the clean laundry into groups. Shirt pile for kid 1, pants pile for kid 1, underwear pile for kid 1, you get the idea. I grabbed the hangers and started putting shirts and pants on them to take into the walk in closet. Everything seemed fine. I grabbed a handful of hangers with shirts on them and walked into the closet. Just as I raised my arm to hang the shirts on the bar, one of the hanger’s heads jumped up and came into contact with the top shelf of the closet. SNAP. The head goes flying and the body drifts slowly to the floor taking a clean shirt with it.
What was so wrong with this hanger that he would resort to this sort of macabre decision? Were my other hangers so exclusive that they couldn’t get along? Was he tired of hanging around the bar and never getting picked up?
Please join me in a moment of silence. *wipes tears* Personification can really suck sometimes.
2 comments:
I have had this happen! Do you think all hangers have a death wish? Maybe if you let them take turns getting out, toss them in a stroller, let them sleep in your bed a few times, they won't feel so bad?
Funny, great post.
And Tighty Writie? Brilliant!
:)
Marewolf,
Thanks! I'm glad you like the name of the blog and enjoyed my sad hanger story. I always feel so bad for them when they sacrifice themselves! I have had one sleep with me before, but he was on top of the covers!
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