We got these coat hangers when Lou’s mom died. We got all we could take. 40-some for Billy here and at least 18 for me. All wooden. And with coat hangers, when there’s nothing on them, it’s not stealing. Nothing wrong with it. You take as many as your arms will hold. Maybe come back with a cart. Cause they’re just gonna end up thrown in the ocean anyway. Along with the shopping carts and video consoles.
Look it’s all nothing – it don’t mean nothing. Just take a good hanger. You’re always gonna need it. C’mon, this is me talking. Your brother never woulda shrunk himself down and jumped in my ear if I wasn’t good people. CHARLIE!! YOU KNOW ME!!!
COME GET SOME HANGERS!! OH!