Many years ago, I was having some issues getting out of an apartment lease. I decided to contact a lawyer in the area for advice on the matter. I picked a random lawyer out of the phone book and called him.
Me: "Hi, I was wondering if I could consult with Mr. Lawyer about an issue that may require hiring a lawyer."
Secretary: "Sure, what's your name?"
Me: "Fizzy McFizz."
Secretary: "Just hold on a minute."
A minute later, I was put through to Mr. Lawyer:
Mr. Lawyer: "Hey there. How are you?"
Me: "Fine, thank you. I just needed some legal advice on my lease. I was wondering if--"
Mr. Lawyer: "Wait, this is Fizzy McFizz?"
Me: "Um, yeah."
Mr. Lawyer: "I went out on a date with a Fizzy McFizz last weekend. That's you, right?"
Me: "Um, no..."
Mr. Lawyer: "Are you messing with me?"
Me: "No, I'm really not."
Mr. Lawyer: "Oh."
Me: "So I was just wondering, if I break my lease--"
Mr. Lawyer: "Are you sure you're not the Fizzy McFizz I went out with?"
Me: "I'm definitely not. But I just wanted to know if--"
Mr. Lawyer: "Listen, I don't give legal advice over the phone. The only reason I agreed to talk to you was because I thought you were this girl I went out with last weekend."
Mr. Lawyer: "Sorry."
Me: "That's okay."
Of course, after I hung up, I was remorseful that I didn't tell the guy I was his date to get my free legal advice.