At the tailor

A few weeks ago i dropped off some fabric off at the tailor to have a shirt made. The interaction i had with the tailor was all in Bengali. I told her that i live here - just down the road...and i thought i told her that i worked with a business in the area (which is why i'm here).

On saturday i needed to talk with the tailor about something so i dropped by the shop.

There was another woman in the shop at the time, and she was at first shocked, and then very thankful that I spoke Bengali. So after the initial shock this is the conversation that ensued...(they were talking to each other about me...even though i was standing right there and could speak for myself)

Random Customer: Oh, she speaks such good bengali.
Tailor: yes she lives here.
Random: How did she learn such good Bengali
Tailor: oh, she lives just across the street, and she's married to a Bengali man

at which i obviously interrupt the conversation..."WHAT?!?!?! I'm not married."
Tailor: then why is your last name "Saha" (a typical Indian last name).
Me: oh, that's my name. my name is "Melissa" (she thought my name was Meli Saha)

I assured her that no, i was not married to a Bengali man down the road, that it was just my name...and then she told me that she's been telling everyone in the neighborhood that i'm married to a Bengali.