It just happened. On Shabbos, I was invited to a “general” Shalosh Seudos in honor of someone’s sheva brachos at my shul (we were not invited to the chasunah, but the whole shul is invited for Shahlosh Seudos). I saw a woman in the slight distance, whom I thought was someone who had just married off her son that week and would normally be out of the area for Shabbos sheva brachos by the kallah’s family. I called out Good Shabbos, and asked her what she was doing HERE (rather than away at the sheva brachos out of the neighborhood). To which she replied, “I’m the kallah’s grandmother!” It was then I realized that she was NOT the person for whom I mistook her. I covered by saying, I hadn’t realized the family connection. Boy was my face red!
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