The Devil Wears Poplar

After calling several studios in effort to find a yoga class, she asks me to rub her back because she is so stressed out by the process. While I am rubbing her back, she notices the grain in the wood of a nearby cabinet:

“Look at that…the devil’s face is in the wood of that door. Look, there’s the nose, the eyes, the mouth…it’s El Diablo himself!!! Great, the devil is in my furniture. This is really turning out to be a crappy day.”