Hang Up Your Fricken Clothes
Your mom told you to do this, right?
I work out of a nice little first-floor bedroom space in my house (which has had its attic panelled, dormered and drywalled to provide the actual bedrooms in what started out as a Cape Cod with one finished level). Before I even got moved in I affixed peg strips to the inside of the room’s door and the front of its closet door. Handsome, heavy hangers, including clip hangers for your slacks or skirt, are arrayed on these pegs.
I can count on two or three people a week taking off their clothes, folding them carefully and placing them, not even on the boot bench which I provide for comfortable dressing and undressing, but on the floor, right where I have to stand and walk as I navigate around the table during the session.
Men, usually. But not invariably.
What’s the message here? People cannot see? People dislike hangers? People want to trip me up? People want to telegraph some strange grovelling belief that they aren’t entitled to use the hangers and pegs that are in plain sight (perhaps I am saving them for the robes of Massage Angels who come to bless me periodically)?
I try to remember to point out the hangers when receiving new clients, but I can’t understand why it is necessary.