Ok, can't remember if I have shared this here before, but it's still one of my favorite (true) stories.
My wife spent most of her career as a commercial insurance agent. At one point, she joined an organization that rhymes with "National Association of Insurance Women". The meetings were pretty much exactly what you are picturing right now.
My wife is two years younger than me, and this was probably 25 years ago now - so I was maybe 34 or 35.
One of the members hosted a Christmas party at her home and I tagged along (was dragged) as my wife's "plus 1". The party was fine (boring) as we mingled and the wife introduced me to a string of white-haired ladies whom I would never remember.
At one point we got separated, and I found myself standing alone in the dining room, sipping a beverage and trying to keep from stabbing myself in the eye with a table decoration in order to have a suitable excuse to leave early.
One of the insurance ladies enters the room, comes straight at me, and says "I don't recognize you - who do you go with?"
Without even thinking, I said "I'm here with Mrs Qwkynuf! She's my mom!"
She looks me over for a second and says "Really......"
I said "Yeah! I'm 28 and she's 56!"
That pretty much ended the conversation, and she mingled away.
A few minutes later, I was admiring some art (or dying inside, hard to tell sometimes), and somebody SMACKS me in the back of the head.
My wife (who, again, is two years younger than me...) gives me "that look" and says "Did you tell Deborah that I am your mother?????"
Me: "Yes"
Her: "Why????"
Me: "Because it was funny"
Apparently that lady had gone and found her and told her that she had met her son, and that she looked *great* for 56!
To be fair, we still laugh about it. But she was pretty hot that night!