One day as I passing by reception at my workplace, a woman arrived asking to speak to Tom. I said I would get Tom. I went up to him and said 'Your mum is here and she wants to speak to you'. He said 'My Mum?' I said 'yes'. He said 'are you sure?, My mum?' I said 'yeah, small woman, long blonde hair'.
He replied ' That's not my mum, that's my wife!!!'
ps - name changed to avoid embarressment should he recognise the story.
It can work the other way - shopping in Azda last Christmas, a kind chap pointed out the CD that my wife was looking for a moment ago - except it was my eldest daughter!
We have just been on holiday abroad with friends in their 60s - my friends husband is 3 years older than me. Old Portuguese chappie asked friends husband if I was his daughter ...........me, well pleased, will def keep my long blonde hair now!