Foot, meet Mouth
At the annual Consular Corps Inaugural Ball in February, Claus and I were in the parking lot at the end of the night, finding our car so we could leave. It was a long night and everyone was probably a bit tired and tipsy. I say this by way of excusing the following faux pas.
We paused to let another car pull out of the stall. The man and wife inside were long-time professional acquaintances of mine, super nice people. The husband had actually bumped into me in the ballroom and we chatted earlier. "Bye," he called out from his window.
The wife didn't figure out who I was for a couple seconds, then said, "Oh! Diane! You look lovely! I didn't even recognize you!"
I totally understand her meaning as probably something like, she didn't recognize me out of context. But her husband sprang into action in an extremely awkward, stiff, comical way. His eyes got big as saucers then he emphatically said, "But of course she looks lovely! And that's how you would recognize her! Because she looks lovely every time you see her!"
We all laughed at his overstated compensation.
"It's OK," I assured him. Then added some congratulations: "I can see you've been a husband for many years. Good reaction time."