The hospital in general, and Moleville in particular, is very Mommy Dearest friendly. What do I mean by that? I mean that there are no wire hangers to be found anywhere.
Now WHY would that be a problem?
Let's introduce a hypothetical scenario. Let's say, for instance, that Wifey had a fitful night of sleeping, with a predilection towards violence and Policy of Appeasement-like territory usurpation. Let us also suppose that a certain ass-breathed dog was employed with Panzer-like precision in order to assist in the territorial disputes. So with all of these things happening overnight, it could be easy to come to the conclusion that the person on the receiving end of these vicious, baseless attacks would be tired when he woke up and left for work.
What does all of this add up to? Well, it could add up to someone (the tragic hero of our story), while getting out of his car in order to go into the office this morning, remembering to turn the car off, but forgetting to take his keys out of the ignition. Luckily, since it was a bit chilly, but otherwise nice day and (unlike his seemingly bloodless, unable-to-retain-heat Wifey) he left his windows cracked open. All he needs is a wire hanger to stretch out and he can get right into his vehicle and go about his day.
But THERE ARE NO MORE WIRE HANGERS IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!!
I might be here for a while.
BSR
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