A Case Of Mistaken Identity?

It was 6pm and dark outside.  The doorbell rang "that will be my package" said Bob. I jumped up and opened the front door. "Good  evening!" I said cheerfully"Good evening young lady" he replied, handing me a parcel with one hand, holding his phone in the other to take a photo. YOUNG LADY? I was old enough to be his mother. I debated saying "I'm neither young nor a lady" but instead I just glared at his camera. I closed the door. Bob was chuckling when I returned to the lounge. I was worried that someone with such poor eyesight was working as a delivery driver. Maybe he just says that to all the little old grey haired grannies... Was he being flirtatious or patronising? I couldn't tell - either way it was inappropriate

But my experience in John Lewis a few days later was even more bizarre. We were engaged in conversation with the assistant about vacuum cleaners. Two people walked past chatting, then stopped and turned to stare at me.

Bob whispered "I think that couple know you" The woman looked across at me and said "Hi!". I left Bob and the assistant discussing Turbo Heads and went over to the smiling couple [who I did not recognise at all] 

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"You're our neighbour Daphne"

"No, I'm Angela from Swanton Morley"

"Well why are you with him?" she said sharply, pointing to Bob

"He is my husband of over 40 years"

"He looks just like Daphne's boyfriend. Doesn't he?" the chap with her nodded

"Yes he does. We both thought 'there's Daphne and her boyfriend"

"Sorry, I'm not Daphne.Excuse me"

They walked away. I went back to Bob and the assistant. 

I wonder what Daphne's boyfriend is called...