Most of the time I feel like I am my DH's personal assistant but every now and again I am stopped in my tracks.
DH is a forriner so the name thing is easy to deal with.
He's been in the UK for 20+ years and needs to change the address on his UK driving licence. Not that simple apparently. I've just phoned up and pretended to be him and the DVLA woman hung up on me.
She said "I don't believe I am speaking to a man"
If it had been DHs brother phoning, or I'd asked the postman to make the call she would have continued.