When I got my phone a while ago, I used to get calls from some guy who thought my name was Max. Now when you're tired and in need of a great deal of sleep. Max sounds a lot like my name, Lance. So he's all reminiscing with me about stuff that are rather familiar, asked me what I was doing at the time. I told him I was selling insurance. Without a beat he told me he'd never expect me to do something like that. blah blah blah. blah. Long story short, got his home address and a chance to sneak off with his wife. Had she not been a butterface, I probably would have. *sighs* So close, but no cigar.