Although that's not me, it's a small world for my name.
When I lived in Philly, I had no garage to park my motorcycle (Honda 750), so I chained it to the power line conduit that fed my house. One night, a couple of low-lifes wanted it bad and stoled it. My neighbor across the street saw the theft go down. Knowing my name, he looked me up in the Whitepages and called the number. Wrong Gary Green. A Gary Green, an electrician, lived literally around the corner, one street over.
Oh, since it was not me, my neighbor went back to bed, without calling the Police. :-(