I walked off the elevator (which I was taking because I had a cart of boxes to take downstairs) as two of the smokers walked in. And the doors opened in time for me to hear the following:
"I'd rather have sex with a tree than see him again".
A tree? That is the first thing that pops into her head when she'd thinking of things she would prefer over whomever? Does she have tree-sex experience? Why not choose some really awful tv or movie person. Ann Coulter, maybe, or George Bush. Senior.
Maybe the guy she was talking about is deadwood, and at least a tree is living. I don't know, but it was too much for such an early morning.
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