I was attacked by a hanger. Normally, this wouldn’t be post-worthy, but it had to happen as I was returning the tuxedos from my sister’s wedding, and on the same day that I was going to play golf in the afternoon with my brother and uncle. Why, God, why?! It really wasn’t that big of a deal, but I like to be melodramatic every once in a while. That hanger stabbed me right in the “webbing” between my ring finger and middle finger on my right hand. It peeled a pretty good chunk of skin off, too.