What I Overhear...

One of the women I work with was fussing with one of the other women I work with (this is not an ever remotely uncommon occurence.), and said to me "What am I? chopped yogurt?" I said, "Excuse me, I didn't understand what you said." (I wanted to say "What the fuck?")
She repeated, "What am I chopped yogurt?" I said, "no". Because there's no other answer to give although I wanted to say "do you mean chopped liver or chopped vomit?"