Is that you behind the tree or just the Keebler Elves?

On the bus this afternoon a gaggle of high school field hockey players fresh from practice – adorned in plaid kilts, shin guards, and holding field hockey sticks – discussed fellow students they considered to be beneath them.

While discussing a particularly icky specimen of a boy one of the girls – most likely the goalie given her girth in comparison to the others – commented, "He looks like he’s spent most of his life behind a tree."

I, not privy to what life behind a tree might look like, am still trying to wrap my head around that concept. But of course that won’t stop me from co-opting that as an insult the next time someone cuts me in line at Starbucks.