Wilbur's Hope

Upon finishing installing shelves, drawers, etc., to organize our closets, Wilbur, a Southern lad with ears so huge that he looked like a taxi going down the road with both back doors open, stopped in the kitchen and explained that he had just finished the job.
"But," he continued, "I forgot the retractable valets (hangers). I'll bring them over tomorrow and put'em up."
"Just drop them off and I'll install them."
"Are you sure you know how?" he questioned.
"Hey, I'm not as dumb as I look." I replied.
"Gosh," he said, staring intently at me and shaking his head hard enough to make his dumbo-sized ears wobble, "I sure hope not!"