I keep getting group emails for a church group, apparently there is an Episopal bishop with the same name as me. The temptation to mail send out an email saying “on second thought, there probably isn’t a God, sleep in this Sunday!” is really strong.
To get rid of the Honda Lease Trust mail, try this:
- Find out their real mailing address
B. Send them a registered letter explaining the problem
iii. Go to the post office and fill out a change of address form, sending their mail to their mailing address.
My solution would be to change my name legally to “Honda Lease Trust”
I like the way you think.
I’ve got a pretty uncommon last name, but since my main email is [first initial][last name]@gmail.com, I still get email addressed to a surprising number of different people with my last name and the same first initial.
Recently, an insurance company sent me the details of the renter’s insurance of one such person who lives in Minneapolis, asking me to confirm my assent to the details of the policy. And that’s not the first time I’ve gotten address info as well as first and last name for one of these not-quite-alter egos. But so far I’ve been good and haven’t screwed with anyone’s life.
Some guy in Georgia keeps accidentally giving people my email address. First it was the library, and now it’s his kid’s boyscout group. My guess is that he has the same name with a different spelling, and, like me, he has people misspell it all the time.
The types of stuff I get are the type of stuff where he likely physically wrote down his email address.
Probably no one. When I last had an aol account (it was 20 years ago and I only had it because it was the only on-line access available in the small town I was living in), they had a minimum of 6 characters for a username. They may have changed that restriction since then, but at least 20 years ago, no one had that address. Sorry to disappoint you.
About 15 years ago my brother owned a Porsche Boxster. He soon grew weary of its unreliability and sold it. The dealership where he had had it serviced kept his email address on file, so whenever the new owner brought it in for service, my brother got an email informing him of what was being done to the car. For several years thereafter, he was amused by regular updates as the new owner dealt with the car’s continued unreliability.
A couple of days ago a friend of mine was cc’d on an email from a member of an apparently rather wealthy family. This person was emailing perhaps ten other members of her extended family (including one who had a name similar to that of my friend, thus the email address mixup) regarding the details of their planned Thanksgiving getaway next week (for all ten of them) in the Cayman Islands. My friend forwarded me the email, and it sounds like this family is going to have a really nice time down there, including accomodations at the Ritz-Carlton and reservations at some pretty swanky restaurants.
I get emails for an actual reverend, and boy, I think of some evil stuff I could do.
One I got one from a Christian dating site asking if “I” (the actual rev, not me) can link to it from my religious site. I though about about replying “Sorry, but I’m into bestiality now. Does your site help with inter-species hookups?”
Another time, I got a very sincere thanks for spending time with somebody’s sick bedridden mother. Might have even been her deathbed. A lot of evil possibilities there for a response, what with the bed being involved…
No, I never fuck with people on these. Not yet at least.
For 3 months I received medications in the mail that were intended for someone with the same street number but slightly different street name than mine. It was close enough that I just delivered them. They came from the VA.
I’ve been getting occasional e-mails intended for various people with same first initial and last name. And my last name isn’t even all that common at least in the USA (but hardly unknown; more common in Germany apparently).
One of those intended recipients, it turns out, is a female living in the same neighborhood where my father and his wife lived for many many years, and in a similar line of work as my father was before he retired. I had an e-mail conversation with her, and we agreed to do lunch sometime if I’m ever back that way (unlikely though, as my father is now deceased).