Fuck I hate Telstra.
Once I rang them pretending to be my dad. I made no effort to change my voice, but the guy still believed I was "John" born in 1948
Slightly off tangent here but similar theme. I was visiting friends in SA once. We were all 16 and 17 piled into a P plater car which was a real novelty for a Victorian at the time. Decided to drive through for beer which was also pretty exciting.
Driver says to the guy serving "I'd like a
carton of beer please."
Guy says with a confused expression "what kind of beer?"
He gave us a box of west end despite that AND the Plates.