A few years ago I worked at a computer shop. One time a woman overheard me answer the phone and came storming over to me.
Her: "So you're the one who won't let me email my son!"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Her: "Well, I bought my computer here and you guys set up my Internet."
Me: "Yes...?"
Her: "Every time I try to email my son, YOU email me back saying you won't deliver my message."
Me: "Ma'am, I don't have anything to do with delivering email to anyone, and I'm sure I haven't sent you any messages."
Her: "I just heard you tell the person on the phone that YOU were Damon."