you know, those old sayings? You heard them when you were younger, I’m sure you have. And now that you’ve gotten older, sometimes they come back to you?
We were in WalMart a couple of weeks ago and I heard Christmas tunes being whistled. I didn’t think anything of it until I turned the aisle and saw the whistler. I had to check myself from saying what was on my mind outloud, something a co-worker said a good thirty years ago.
“Whistling girls and cackling hens,
always come to some bad ends.”
You know, it didn’t make sense to me the first time I ever heard it and it made no sense to me that night at WalMart. But, still, there it was.