little. yellow. different. A weblog by Ernie Hsiung

Who Needs Blog Fodder When I Can Just Visit My Family (Part 1)

Chinese, like always, is in Italics.

Mom: Ernie! I bought something for you from QVC. Look, it’s a Hangaway! It opens like an umbrella and you can hang all your clothes from it!

Ernie: Mom, it’s enormous. Where am I going to put this?
Mom: Silly boy, in your room, of course.

(Begin dream sequence #1)

Hypothetical friends: What’s that giant yellow thing sitting in your room?
Ernie: Why, it’s a Hangaway! It opens like an umbrella and you can hang all your clothes from it! The bed, chairs, desk, bookshelves and
computer are in storage.
HF: Uhm, there’s nowhere to sit.
Ernie: Here’s a wire hanger. You can hang from one of the giant plastic arms.

(End dream sequence #1)

Ernie: … no.
Mom: Okay then, the patio.

(Begin dream sequence #2)

Random gay guy: Hello, White Horse Inn? I need directions coming from the East Bay.
Bartender: No problem. Just take Highway 24, exit Telegraph Avenue and then look for the GIANT YELLOW PLASTIC thing on a patio across the street. It flashes like a strobe light and plays remixes of Cher on Friday nights, but the guy who lives there doesn’t know that yet.
RGG: Fabulous!

(End dream sequence #2)

Ernie: Again, no.
Mom: Hmmph! I’ll use it for myself, then.

(In hindsight, the dryer of our apartment complex isn’t functioning properly, so I probably should have picked it up from her after all.)

After college I backpacked around South America for a year. When I was visiting my mom in Thailand right before the trip she told me she had been saving something for me to take with me. After rummaging through all her shit for about 3 hours she pulled out a mini-hangaway and proudly presented it to me as if she had just given me the universal key to backpacking. I actually hauled it all over the continent of South America without using it a single time.

didn’t know what it a hangaway was and link wasn’t working, so googled it and found out.

There’s a crap white plastic version in spanish Todo A Cien shops, and it breaks under the weight of wet clothes!!!

that was a very cute story I too am considering buying one but could imagine my 24 yr old son having a similar conversation