people who are not me

I have the nifty real-name-equivalent of lucy(at)gmail(dot)com (I don't want to sign poor real-lucy up for spam), which made me incredibly happy when I signed up for it. It didn't take long, though, before I realised the downside of such a nice email address, i.e. that other people forget to tack on their random numbers and suffixes when giving out their own addresses. So far, I've got emails from the following:

• someone who so desperately wanted to sign up for their dating service that they re-sent the password at least 6 or 7 times before giving up
• someone who found supposed photos of idiotic rednecks so hilarious he had to send them to 50 of his nearest and dearest
  
• someone emailing about "Saturday night", who launched into a discussion of his dating woes (possibly he was given the wrong address on purpose?)
• someone who'd paid 80 pounds for a parking permit and then sent it to me
• someone aiming for a government employee from Oregon, who tried 3 or 4 times to convince me that really I was meant to be invited to that meeting on Wednesday, even if it wasn't directly related to my project
• this latest one I already whined about at Phantom's Wednesday Whining. I'm actually not sure I want to recount the full story here, since I already get enough googlers with an unhealthy interest in pigs, as it is... You can read it here (sorry, Phantom!). The short version is someone else signed up for a dating site with my address, so I got a couple of messages from potential suitors before I logged into her account to break the email address. I tried to leave a message for her to explain, but since I wasn't a male of the right age, my message was blocked. Oh well.