An older lady visited a church one day. The usher greeted her at the door and helped her up the stairs. “Where do you want to sit?” he politely asked. “On the front row, if you don’t mind.” she answered. “You really don’t want to do that”, the usher said. “The pastor is really boring.” “Do you happen to know who I am?” the woman inquired. “No ma’am.” he said. “I’m the pastor’s mother,” she replied in an aggravated manner. “Do you know who I am?” he then asked with a grin. “No.” she said, still aggravated. “Good”, he answered and then left the building.
There was an urban legend just like this when I went to university. Warning for exam session goes off. "You have 5 more minutes". Folk legend of our residence keeps writing, taking his time. "Exam session is over, please bring your papers". Keeps writing. "Sir?". Keeps writing. Proctor continues sorting all the exam papers, cleans up, and our hero walks up to the table. Proctor: "Sorry, you went way over time. I can't accept your paper" Folk legend: <imperious look> "But don't you know WHO I AM?!" Proctor: "No." Folk legend: "Are you sure? I'm pretty well connected around here" Proctor: <annoyed> "No. You're just another face to me" Folk legend: "Sorry!" <knocks over papers, slips his into the middle, and runs laughing maniacally>