You’ll Never Find the Skeleton in my Closet Because It’s Buried Under All of the Other Junk
Posted by whatimeant2say
When do real people clean out their closets? Seriously. I ask this because I have been polling my fellow teachers about what they will be doing when we get the whole week off for Thanksgiving next week, and nearly all of them said that they will be cleaning out closets. This is the same response I get when I ask what they are doing for Spring Break or the rare three-day weekend. And summers.
I, too, plan to exorcise the demons lurking in my closets during the break next week.
Which leads me, again, to the question, “When do real people clean out their closets?” ”
“Real people”, meaning “not teachers.” Also not multimillionaires like The Man Who Must Not Be Named Because I Don’t Want You to Think I am Obsessed With Him, who probably has people to do that for him. Real people.
I mean, do you just not clean your closets out? Ever? Is it because you are so obsessively compulsively neat? Or, is it because you never buy awful-looking purple polka dot shirts that seem quite fashionable at the time, but never seem like the quite right thing to wear whenever you are getting dressed in the morning and so you have to buy more things so you don’t leave the house naked and then they don’t fit anymore and you suddenly have this traffic jam of clothing on rods in your closet which makes it easier to just throw things (clean or dirty) on the floor so you don’t get attacked by a hanger that suddenly cuts loose from the two different shirts that were entwined around it, nearly blinding you in the right eye and forcing you to question the need to actually wear anything other than yoga pants and a t-shirt for the rest of your life? Are you saying this does not happen to you?
That’s just not normal.
Posted on November 15, 2012, in Annoyances, Humor, Interior Decorating and tagged closets, friends, humor, interior decorating, Man Who Must Not Be Named, skeletons, Thanksgiving. Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.