Salesperson - Something something, your wife.
Mr GoingToBeGoingSomewhere (possibly, if he's lucky) - She's not my wife.
Salesperson - Sorry, your daughter.
Mr GoingToBeGoingSomewhere (possibly, if he's lucky) - She's not my daughter.
At this point Salesperson gives up trying to guess who I might be in relation to Mr GoingToBeGoingSomewhere (possibly, if he's lucky) and I'm grinning happily.
Mr Going-to-be-GoingSomewhere (possibly, if he's lucky) not too sure if he's looking too old. No, no, it's me looking too young.
