When I was young, everyone in my family and relatives always referred to their junk drawer as “Fibber McGee’s drawer”, a drawer filled with odds and ends that didn’t seem to fit anywhere else. I didn’t think anything of it until I got a little older, then began to wonder, “who is Fibber McGee?”
It turns out “Fibber McGee & Molly” was a popular radio show in the 30’s and 40’s, and one of the ongoing gags was Fibber McGee’s closet. Every week someone would open Fibber’s closet, which created an avalanche of bric-a-brat and clutter; the dialogue would then mention odd things like a rusty horseshoe, 10′ pole, etc. The person was buried in Fibber’s “stuff”, which had been “arranged just the way I wanted it”. The term, “Fibber McGee’s closet” became an American catch phrase synonymous with household clutter.
Nobody uses that term any more, but when I look at my own desk drawer, I can’t think of anything else better to describe this chaos than a Fibber McGee drawer.
Thought for the Day: One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. A. A. Milne