Both of them (they know each other) have to live with this. They have ALL CAP disclaimers on their social media
profiles clearly stating they are not the individuals with whom they share their names. They also have mugshots up there, indicating that they are entirely different individuals. It doesn’t seem to matter — angry customers and passengers abuse them anyway!
Another of my friends has had to take his share of social media lumps because he has the same name as the CEO-founder of the Sahara Group.
He actually contemplated changing his name by deed poll when the group was first under investigation, and when the CEO was incarcerated.
I have actually been the beneficiary of a much more benign version of coincidence of nomenclature. I too have a namesake, and friend, who is well-known in the fashion and retail industry.
Indeed, the pair of us ended up getting friendly because we kept receiving messages meant for the other person. This continues to happen and it includes essential stuff like telephone bills. It also includes Facebook “friend requests” and professional emails meant for the other person.
Given the industry he inhabits, the Facebook requests I receive in error are often from aspiring models. This is where the benefits accrue. Models tend to share the most fetching images in their portfolios.
Unfortunately for my namesake, he gets the short end of the stick. He is regularly abused by people, who disagree with my journalistic opinions. He also occasionally gets embarrassingly personal emails from old friends of mine, citing incidents from my murky past in gory detail.
Interestingly, quite a few of the models who wanted to get up-close and personal with him have stayed in touch with me, even after I clarified that I wasn’t the person they wanted. They continue to send me updates about their careers. I’m not complaining about this scattershot approach to networking and career-building, but I do find it rather odd.
All of us have a “form letter” stating that messages, FB requests, etc., have been made to the wrong person. My namesake and I have also developed a habit of filtering, and passing on, what seems like the important stuff.
My father had a brief, intense version of this problem back in 1980. A namesake of his, an academic, stood for elections from Jadavpur constituency, in what was then Calcutta. This gent was representing a fringe Bengali chauvinistic outfit, the “Amra Bangali” Party.
My father was then a professor at Jadavpur University. People assumed, naturally enough, that he was the politician. Thankfully, this was pre social media. But we had to field many strange phone-calls. Friends and acquaintances also made puzzled enquiries about his suddenly developing an affection for the cause of Bengali chauvinism.
Social media must be absolute hell for anybody, who shares his/her name with a prominent politician. Indeed, there could be some interesting insights, for any social scientist who collated and analysed the impact of naming coincidences on the lives of ordinary people.