Home Depot, East Liberty:

Mother: Oh, I met someone who knows you… Marilyn, I think? She said she went to high school with you.
Daughter: Marilyn? I don’t know a Marilyn. What was she like?
Mother: Oh, tall-ish, brown hair, brown eyes—
Daughter: [considering] Did she seem a little…um… I hate to say “trashy” but, you know—
Mother: Well, she did seem a little “Morningside”.
Daughter: Oh yeah! Marilyn!