The woman in the next cubicle just got a phone call. It became very quickly evident that the caller had called the wrong company entirely and had just happened to ask for someone who had the same name as my co-worker. This was clear when the caller asked to talk to Carol, and there is no one working here by that name.
My co-worker concluded the call, and noted that she was NOT going to be picking up a nun from rehab.
I am visualizing some frail old nun in a wheelchair, with a cast on her leg, looking lost and forlorn in the snow outside the hospital, wondering where her ride is.
When I read "picking up a nun from rehab," the Amy Winehouse song immediately started playing in my head and I pictured a nun sitting in the lobby of a drug/alcohol rehab center chain smoking.
That is EXACTLY what I thought!