I’ve
never been what you’d call an aggressive person. But after years of dealing
with wire hangers tangling into masses I could easily snap. I fear for the day they find me
huddled in a corner crying while 2 dozen wire hangers lay bent and deformed,
twisted around door knobs, embedded in cushions, and unhung laundry scattered around me.
(And don’t suggest getting plastic hangers. That would be too big of a task to re-hang all
my clothes.)