The husband of my mentor at work is the co-owner of a Indian-Middle Eastern fusion restaurant in town. One evening a friend and I were going to have dinner at a nearby restaurant, but I stopped in to see if my advisor was in (as she sometimes is, but not this particular evening). Though I was in jeans that evening, the husband recognized me as the one who - and here he also pantomimed, for he lacked the english word for kilts - "wears the skirts."

"Yep, that's me. Tell D_____ I said hello."

Regards,
Rex.