I've told this story before; I thought in the other thread, but I don't see it there so I'll tell it again...
I served as a Fire Control Technician on a submarine in the US Navy. The boat had an FPO AE mailing address. We were allowed to have letters sent to that address but were encouraged to keep it to a minimum. I only ever gave that address to my parents and used it for my cell phone bill. I have no idea how it happened, but somehow my name and address fell into the hands of snail mail spammers, and I started getting letters from all over the place. Credit card offers, car dealerships, timeshares, "You've been selected, " etc. The letters never came from the same place twice so I was unable to call anywhere and make them stop.
The people sending the letters never once spelled my name correctly. My last name is Staton. I got letters addressed to all manner of variations:
Mr. Station
Mr. Stanton
Mr. Stator
etc.
The yeoman on the ship would walk throughout the boat every morning at quarters (morning meeting, in every division) in port handing out the mail. He would walk into the galley and shout the names of any cooks who had mail. He would go to the engine room and shout the names of any nukes that had mail. And he would come into the control room (right next door to the captain's stateroom) and shout the names of anyone in there (me included) who had mail. There was a running joke what my name would be on any given day, and people called me by the name on my latest letter.
One morning the yeoman comes in and shouts at the top of his lungs "STRANTOOOORRR" in the voice of Trogdor the burninator (a popular web meme at the time). The captain stepped out and gave a scolding glare to the yeoman who promptly handed over my letter and scurried away. The letter was addressed to STRANTOR. No first name, no "Mr.", just STRANTOR. that one stuck like glue. I was known as STRANTOR for the rest of my years on the boat.
Edit:
Trogdor the burninator reference (exactly how the yeoman yelled my name)
Thank you.