Was that my hand on the knife?

We’re waiting for the hostess to seat us in a restaurant, with one couple ahead of us and another behind us. Both women are done up like donuts, and I’m beginning to regret not going into my distant cousin’s lip gloss and blusher business.The woman in front of us turns around, sees the other, and says, astonished, “Marsha, is that YOU??”And the reaction, “Monica, I haven’t seen you since school!”And the response, gesturing to the man next to her, “Marsha, this is my husband, Barry.”And the reply from Marsha, introducing her companion, “And this is my husband, Dr. Cohen.”You can’t make this stuff up.