Meanwhile, at a Luncheonette Downtown

"Oh, Myrna always had a nice smile for the customers.  Especially her regulars, like Mr. Chaffee from the hardware store.  I'll just never understand what got into her that day, or how on earth he didn't taste the Drano in his usual - you know, the black-and-white shake with an extra vanilla."

"But then I think back to that time we were closing up, must have been a month or so before. 'This ain't how I planned it, Vi,' she said to me, 'I got better things to do than remember to ask Stosh to put an extra scoop in some people's black-and-white.'  Well, I knew she thought she was too good for us, but still."

"Then we found that old Chaffee had years back married a girl from out on Pringle Street where Myrna was from.  Turned out she never forgave her second cousin for getting herself a husband like that  - I hear she has an automatic mangle and a white-mink shrug, and one time they went down to Vero Beach and stayed three weeks - and one day it all just went pop.  Still, she was a nice girl, in her way, Myrna.  That new one isn't half as good with a tray, not to mention she's probably one of them boondoggers or whatever they're calling 'em these days. 

"What?  She is too one.  That's not my fault.  I saw her looking me up and down, oh yes I did.  Made me miss Myrna, it did, even with the Drano."