Worst Alarm Clock Ever!

In my nearly two years dwelling in this country I've never seen a closet. The majority of the people here have an 옷장, which is kind of like an armoire. I, being the cheap bastard I am, do not have an 옷장...I have a 행거 (hanger). It's not like the hanger one would use to jimmy a locked car door, but it's a unit shaped like a big Roman numberal two (II)...or should I say had.

The other night I was roused from my slumber by a large WHUMP! Groggy, I turned to my left and saw a seafoam green, metal Roman numberal two a scant 2 inches from my skull. Sweaters, overcoats, pantaloons, and everything in between were festooned across my floor.

In the twilight hours, the burden the clothes impossed upon the hanger became too much for it to bear and the supports at the base submitted and snapped under the weight.

Desperately wanting to return to my slumbers I turned the hanger around so that it was leaning against the wall. I haphazardly stuffed pants, and scarves back onto it, and that is how it still remains (and will probably remain for some time.

As I returned to sleep it dawned on me how lucky I was. Had I been sleeping a couple of inches to the left I could have killed or at least caught a seafoam green metal beam in the face and crotch. Not really the way I desire to be taken out.


Here you can see the piece of furniture that almost took yours truly out of commision. The black plastic wheel part has snapped in half as you can clearly see.