I went to a bookstore from church so I was wearing a white shirt and tie and was mistaken for help. I said “I’m sorry, I don’t work here, but the information desk is over there.” Somehow, this didn’t traumatize me for life.
I went to a visitation in a funeral parlor dressed in a suit and tie and was mistaken for the mortician-funeral director.
I gave them a tour of the mortuary.
I would do the same for the Obama duo.