Haha, these stories are great! Love them.
Once at a gig, someone asked me if my harp was a cello. I was incredulous, but politely laughed and told them no.
Another time at a park, I was playing my harp, and two teenage girls came up to me and asked to take a picture. I told them yes, and then they were like, “Oh, I love that. What is it…?” I don’t know if maybe they just forgot in the split second they were asking me, but they didn’t seem to know it was a harp. Hm.