As cashiers ring up carts, clothes hangers pile up at the end of the counters. Cathy, in between taking handbags and other collectibles from the display cabinets, gathers them up and hangs them from nearby clothing racks placed just for that purpose. “At the end of the day, we’ll have four or five thousand hangers,” she says. I think I misheard. “How many?” “Four or five thousand. We’ll wrap them in sets of tens and put them out for sale. Typically sell around three hundred.” She grabs another bundle from a register. “The world does not need to make any more hangers.”
