Two Sweeping Statements & One Confused Cliché

Last week Mom told me about a wealthy old lady of her childhood acquaintance, who had all the possessions she could possibly want but continued to desire one thing:

I collect sweeping statements. They don’t take up any storage room. They don’t have to be dusted or polished. I can take them out to look at them any time I want and then put them back.

She’d recently overheard one distinguished, elderly woman chastise another:

My dear, but you know burglars never drink wine!

And one I heard recently:

Real millionaires are never fat.

Finally, I just talked to Teej. Here’s something she heard yesterday on a documentary about the Donner party:

When I think what those people went through it just makes the hair on the back of my legs stand up.

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