I have a wall hanger in the laundry room where the empty clothes hangers go when the garment that were hung on them go in the laundry hamper. When the clothes are done drying, the hangers go on top of the clothes dryer, right to hand as I pull items out of the dryer and hang them up. (The laundry room is one of those odd areas of my universe where my OCD spectrum disorders and autism spectrum disorders intersect and create this weird sort of plaid effect. . . .)
The load I did tonight was a mixed bag: Tops and slacks, with a couple singlets and a small herd of unmentionables and socks. (Anything that doesn’t get hung up goes in the laundry basket to be folded when I get a roundtoit.) There were about 15 hangers that got piled on top of the dryer tonight, and I swear to you, each time I pulled out a pair of slacks, the next hanger on the pile was a pants hanger — every dang time! Freaked me out.