Last week an older gent from our 'partments came up to me smiling.

He said "Sorry to bother you but I just can't stand it anymore, I moved in 2 years ago. Every day i see you two leave wearing fantastic costumes, riding on giant bikes and using the most colorful wacky props for something. Often I see you several times a day and looking different each time..please mister..I gotta ask...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SIR?

 I shook his hand warmly and with a straight face told him I was a drivers Ed instructor and that Olive was the comptroller for the port of Portland.:) Good to know we are invisible when we hiding in street drag or Olive's station wagon.:P