Leonardo Silva Oliveira, 26, was wanted for probation violation on charges out of Boca Raton. But on Jan. 20, authorities arrested another man named Leonardo Silva Oliveira, 26, outside the Broward County restaurant where he is a cook, the South Florida SunSentinel reported.
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When I was living in California, there was a city councilman that had my name, was born in the same hospital and in the same year as me.
I almost got arrested for impersonating him when I filed a complaint against the State Franchise Tax Board through my congressman. The aide was expecting the councilman when I walked into her office and called the cops on me after I left.
It was actually pretty funny, especially when I asked the cop, "Who in the fuck would want to impersonate a politician?"
Cool story Wire.
ReplyDeleteWhen I moved to my current state, the docs I had to take and the process was a bitch. After almost all day there, I had to wait a long time while everyone around me got their licenses and left. A lady called me up to the counter and proceeded to grill me about three other people that had my name and birth date that Homeland Security had deemed unworthy of being allowed to drive. After 30 minutes of interrogation, she said she had to confer with a supervisor and disappeared for 45 minutes. She came back and said that they approved me, but she did not look happy about it. Maybe it helped that one of my IDs was a Texas carry permit, but what a mess. What a PITA.
ReplyDeleteI have an Irish surname. Which is odd since Irish is only about one quarter of my bloodline, but I digress.
ReplyDeleteA John MyName from the next town ran over and killed a pedestrian in front of my house several years ago, John MyName from MyTown. No legal problems resulted, but after the story was published I got some interesting calls from friends and co-workers.
I'm in the chair for a teeth cleaning when the assistant wheels in a tray full of sharp tools. I joke, A cleaning sure has changed these days. The assistant looks confused. Humor aside, I day I'm in for a cleaning. She asks my name. Yep. Then my middle name. Nope. She disappears for about 10 minutes. Comes back with dentist who looks mighty perturbed.
ReplyDeleteBoy o boy.
the armed government workers were told to go arrest this guy . . . . . good enough for govt work is the ol saying. this stuff will go on until you make the politicos & their lackeys financially responsible, so never.
ReplyDeleteWhen we were living down around Dallas, we got a call one evening from an irate lady who was certain I had been involved in a vehicular accident with her. I insisted otherwise. After a few minutes of going back and forth, she had a breakthrough and asked, "Are you black?". I'm beyond white, but if you search my name with spelling variations on my first name, you'll find mostly black guys.
ReplyDeleteSomething similar happened to me many years ago, I was in court on a BS possession charge, the Judge calls me my First and last name, as I walk up I noticed tow guys get up and walk out. So the Judge give me my punishment and I leave, then those two guys appear and say I'm under arrest for Attempted Murder! I about shit my pants! Then they ask if I'm First name MI Last name my MI was different with a picture ID to prove it. They said Oh ok sorry! Sure shook me up for a while
ReplyDeleteSteve L.
We had a Philly police officer (Highway Patrol) who had the same name and birth year as a convicted felon. He alway got a denial on a firearms purchase and had to appeal. GW never got angry because he'd been thru the system several times but I felt bad for him.
ReplyDeleteNo one shares my name, well, I did do a search once and there was only one other fella in the whole world that had my first and last name. I think he's dead now.
ReplyDeleteDaryl
Fair Oaks, California... 1991.
ReplyDeleteIn the little unincorporated area of about 6,000 souls, we had four folks with my name.
Each of us often received packages intended for one of the other LM persons.
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And, then, one time:
I was visiting a pal, and FedEx delivers a package addressed to my name.
The address was different (not mine), different telephone number (not mine).
I did not live there, had no relation to my pal other than I knew her... and happened to be in the backyard for a couple hours fussing with the BBQ.
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PS:
The package was heavy, so I opened it.
It was one of those hippy hobby home-made sand-cast colored-with-crayons candles with a half-dozen wicks, the type popular during the 1960s.
Hideously ugly, and this had absolutely no bearing on me tracking down its rightful owner.