You know, at first I thought, “Is that the dude scratching his ass with a sandwich?” Then I realized my glasses had a smudge that made his hand look weird. But then I though, why isn’t he scratching his ass with a coat hanger? Never mind. It’s late.
Avram Davidson wrote a SF story called “Or All the Seas With Oysters” which suggested that you can never find pins (or paper clips?) when you need them because they get together and metamorphose into those wire hangers that are always tangled in the back of the closet. But if you need hangers, they’ve metamorphosed into those mysterious bicycles that turn up and don’t belong to anybody.
You forgot about the hangers that come back with your dry cleaning.
I was about to say the same. That’s my only source of hangers
I think you’re supposed to return those
I bought some wire hangers a couple months ago!
… I used them to make a fancy hat
Hangers magically appeared on my shelves! So I brought some of them (as in, 5 from thousands of hangers) and be done with it.
Oh, and laundry too.
You know, at first I thought, “Is that the dude scratching his ass with a sandwich?” Then I realized my glasses had a smudge that made his hand look weird. But then I though, why isn’t he scratching his ass with a coat hanger? Never mind. It’s late.
Other things guys don’t buy:
Towels (they somehow get in my bathroom)
Napkins (sleeves are so available)
Tissues (well, maybe occasionally)
I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve come home with hangars attached to me when I’ve been out Lumbering About. I do love a good Lumbering…
Wait…you can buy hangers?
That would imply they’re manufactured!
Dang, there goes my doctoral thesis, “Clothing Storage Devices as Instances of Parthenogenesis.”
I thought I would see a Joan Crawford bug scream “NO (WIRE) HANGERS EVER!!!” << possible alternate title?
The wooden ones are rare because of global warming.
“no wIRE HANGERS!!!!” Did that creep any body else out or just me?
Scariest movie I ever saw when I was a kid.
Oops. Beaten to the punch. Sorry Gina c
Avram Davidson wrote a SF story called “Or All the Seas With Oysters” which suggested that you can never find pins (or paper clips?) when you need them because they get together and metamorphose into those wire hangers that are always tangled in the back of the closet. But if you need hangers, they’ve metamorphosed into those mysterious bicycles that turn up and don’t belong to anybody.
I love SF stories and this one sounds great. I’ll fidn and read it! Thanks