"Isn't this a great-looking piece of wood?"
She's obviously lost it. I'd better humour her. "Uh, yeah. That's a really nice looking chunk of timber you have there."
"Thanks!" She hurries off, beaming, to show our manager this wonderful piece of wood that she's produced from the depths of her handbag.
"Isn't this just the nicest wood?"
Our manager knows that he doesn't have to bear the brunt of her madness, so he tempts fate by asking her why she's brought a piece of wood to work.
"We're getting the deck extended, and this is the wood we're using. They start today."
"How will it look once it's treated?"
"Treated?"
"Yes, treated. You know, so it lasts longer in the sun and the rain. And to keep the termites out, too."
"Treated?"
"You are getting it treated, aren't you?"
The Cow-orker looks blankly at him. Someone else enters the room, and the Cow-orker pursues them into their office.
"Isn't this a nice piece of wood?" we hear faintly through the walls...
