I heard a new one today. I took the Moggie to the local fishmonger's for some scallops. Arrived at the same time as did a late middle-aged woman in a small, nondescript SUV/crossover thing:

Her: "What a neat car! Is it an MG...B?"

Me: "No, it's a Morgan...plus four."

Her: "Oh, a Morgan! I used to be very involved with Austin Healys."

Me, inside my head: How, exactly, does someone "very involved" with Healys somehow identify a '67 +4 as an MGB?

Me, holding open the fishmonger's shop door: "Healys are lovely cars."

Despite my unresolved confusion, the scallops were delicious on a bed of porcini risotto. A side dish of Bahamian-style conch salad was icing on the cake.