The ironer.
Because I live on the sailboat and my tiny hanging locker is pretty well full with pants and a couple jackets… Which I might rearrange by the way… Everything else is folded and packed tightly into plastic bins, stacked in the v berth. Whenever I want to wear a shirt or jeans or shorts I have to iron it, believe me it’s too wrinkly to wear out without ironing.
Anyways, I’ve been burnt a few times by the hot iron, here is the latest wound. It’s always after I unplug it and it is cooling off that I forget that takes awhile, and I’ll grab it, or touch it, or reach around it to grab the stereo remote on a shelf and press my arm against it. Ouch.
If I ever have a walk-in closet again, I’ll have an entirely new appreciation for it’s storage abilities.