Don’t Leave ‘Em Hanger-ing

, , , , | Right | June 30, 2018

(I’m a receptionist at a nursing home. On this day, all of the administrative staff has gone home on time, so the only staff are maintenance, dining staff, the nurses, and me. I am alone at the front desk when I see the hanger tag on my shirt hanging out for the thousandth time. Seeing as no one else is around, I grab a pair of scissors and cut one side off. I look around again and start cutting the other side, except this side will not cut. As I’m struggling with a pair of scissors by my face, the maintenance man rounds the corner.)

Maintenance: “What are you doing?!”

Me: “Trying to cut the stupid hanger tag off my shirt, but our scissors suck.”

Maintenance: “Do you want some help?”

Me: “Sure!”

Maintenance: “Here, I’ll try it with my knife.”

(Just as he finishes sawing the tag off with his knife, one of the waitresses comes around the corner, and her eyes bulge.)

Me: “It’s not what it looks like! He was cutting the stupid hanger thing off my shirt for me.”

Waitress: “Oooh! God, I hate those stupid things, too.”

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