After careful consideration, and a weekend of putting away clothing, I’ve decided: I hate hangers.
I hate the cheap, thin wire hangers we get from the dry cleaners, the ones that can’t bear the weight of a gnat without bending. I hate the bulky plastic hangers that you often get when you buy a suit, with the black plastic top that is wide enough to land aircraft on. I hate the wooden hangers that Penny has chewed on. I hate the snap shut hangers, with their plastic slats that long ago lost their ability to securely hold a woman’s skirt. I hate the poofy, satiny hangers that Kish bought that are supposed to look posh but have short hooks that make them a pain to hang. And, more than anything, I hate it when hangers get tangled up and you can’t pull one out without others coming with it and falling to the floor.
I recognize that hangers serve an important function. Forget about mousetraps, though — can’t anyone build a better hanger?