It also may have been Marek, which is a Polish rendering of Mark. (We have a lot of people of Polish descent in my hometown, which regularly makes us the butt of local jokes. 
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[Yakko Warner] “This has been another useless fact.” [/Yakko Warner]
Anyway…
If I’m going to stick my nose into this thread, I might as well contribute my own personal story. This past New Year’s Eve, I was supposed to go to Times Square with my friend, his girlfriend, and his buddy from Mexico. A big snowstorm and obscenely cold temperatures changed our plans. My friend is the youngest of seven children, and his three sisters all still live close to his parents. We spent the evening driving from one house to the other, watching movies, shooting the breeze, and consuming large quantities of frosty beverages.
At one point in the evening, we were all in sister #2’s living room watching the Matrix, and my friend and his girlfriend vanished. There is a bathroom/laundry room immediately off the kitchen, directly opposite the door from the kitchen to the living room. From my vantage point on the couch, I could clearly see the light shining under the bathroom door, so I put two and two together. Though we couldn’t hear much from the living room due to an impressive home theater speaker setup, my suspicions were confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt on my next trip to the fridge. Since my friend and I have known each other forever, the mental image the noises suggested was really not something I wanted to ponder in any detail. I hurried back into the living room, and announced my conclusion. Everyone else found some excuse to go into the kitchen shortly thereafter, and we reached a unanimous consensus with much snickering.
They were gone a good 45 minutes to an hour, and toward the tail end of their performance, we were more or less ignoring the movie and laughing our asses off at each other’s comments on What Was Behind Door Number One, Monty. When they finally returned, they were trying to act casual and pretend that nothing happened. (Yeah, right. Nobody would ever notice that you two were gone for almost an hour.) We’d behaved ourselves and resisted the urge to send somebody into the kitchen to knock on the door and demand to use the bathroom, but now I couldn’t resist opening my big mouth. With a perfectly straight face, I looked at him and said, “We were getting worried about you, man. We were considering forming a search party.” He played it off perfectly and gave me a “WTF are you talking about?” look. The flustered look on his girlfriend’s face, however, had us practically falling out of our chairs laughing.
