Why am I picturing the scene from Mrs. Doubtfire right now?
Anyway, so glad it worked out for you.
After not speaking with one of my neighbors for years, he came to the door looking to borrow a tool.
Neighbor: "Hi, I don't think we've met yet. I'm J. from next door. Is your husband at home? I'd like to borrow the blower for a few minutes."
Me: "I don't have a husband..." *giggle*
Neighbor: "Is Greg here?"
Me: "Greg isn't around anymore."
Neighbor: "He died?"
Me: "No, I'm Jill now."
Neighbor: *jaw drop*, I'm outta here!"
My other neighbor drunkenly kissed me, but that's a story for another day.