That's a phrase coined by my dad (certainly used by him) for those moments when things start to get their own back... Frequent moments, in his case: how often the air rang at home with "Come on, you damn thing" or "Why the hangment won't this wretched object.... &c &c" (Incidentally, anyone else ever heard the word "hangment" used to replace a profanity?)
With me, it's coat hangers. I just found myself swearing at a series of wire triangles which would not separate, and those that did insisted on slithering to the floor, behind shelves... I banged my head, grazed my knuckles...
Anyone else got any inanimate objects that regularly wish them harm?
With me, it's coat hangers. I just found myself swearing at a series of wire triangles which would not separate, and those that did insisted on slithering to the floor, behind shelves... I banged my head, grazed my knuckles...
Anyone else got any inanimate objects that regularly wish them harm?
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