Those Damnable Coathangers. Or No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Sounds cynical.
Maybe it’s more like,
No good deed goes remembered by the menopausal mind.
That’s it.
It’s just that I got tired of seeing those bent up, pent up coat hangers by the trashcan. Trying to cram their mangled selves into the plastic liner.
Makes me CRAZY.
So when I saw the hanger recycling container on a trip to the cleaners, I was all on it.
No more feeling guilty for throwing away all those coat hangers.
Not exactly sure who this new person was — one so concerned about infesting our landfills with bent wire, but I was committed.
On a mission of renewal for my bent-up self and the coat hangers, I told my husband, “no more bending the hangers and cramming them in trash cans. We are recycling them.”
As I proclaimed, so it became.
As the pile of discarded coat hangers on the closet floor grew, I came up with a plan. Store the hangers in the trunk of my car so they would always be with me when I went to the cleaners.
So darn proud of my organized, recycling self. Behavior worthy of a 10,000-daily-pageview-Recycling-Blogger for pity’s sake.
Until I actually got to the cleaners and dropped off the hangers.
So proud. Slightly superior.
Walking inside, I deposited the dirty clothes on the counter. I paid for the clean and pressed shirts waiting for me starched and pressed in clear plastic.
The drive home I dare say was tinged with euphoria.
Got out of the car.
The realize I left the clean clothes hanging on the hook at the dry cleaners.
AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!
Not so bad you say? What if it happens — over and over and over.
Each trip to the dry cleaners.
This afternoon, I got out of the car after dropping off my dirty clothes, handing over my old hangers and paying for my purty clean clothes.
Back home, I looked at the back seat and realized once again my clothes were still on the hanger back at the cleaners.
I did not say AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!
I said some very, very bad words, very, very loudly. The kind of loud words and volume that make shadows dance back and forth behind the neighbors’ window panes.
Getting back in the car, I thought time for some therapy. Why, oh why this forgetting?
Heck if I know.
I’ve even forgotten why I started this post.
Do you recycle coat hangers? If not, you might better let sleeping coat hangers lie in the trashcan.
