One day, I went to the gas station to get a cup of coffee.  The two girls behind the counter were laughing when I walked in and were talking about a mistress.  After I got the coffee, I asked who the mistress was. They said I was the mistress. They thought my corvette was Mark's and since he fills up my gas tank at this station, they assumed I was his mistress borrowing his car. I guess they didn't notice the WAXITALL license plate.