Wow, that is a crazy story. Since you mentioned the WP, this has to be some time ago? I'm just wondering why they weren't able to confirm identity first, using what we now have available through computers and others means. But still, I would NOT have wanted to be in your shoes, explaining all of this to people.

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> I was at work on midnight shift once and my wife
> called to tell me that the police had my house
> surrounded and demanded to be let in to find me
> and arrest me. She refused to allow them in until
> a neighbor came over to protect her and my kids.
> Seem that the Stockton PD was contacted by the WP
> Special Agent and they were looking for a younger
> guy with my name that used to work in Winnemucca,
> Nevada as a lineman. He was "dating" several of
> the less than 18 year old girls there and when he
> left, they decided to follow him to Stockton.
> Under 18, across state lines, used for sex, hmmmm,
> I wonder why they were looking for him? Well, they
> finally left my house and told her to have me call
> them when I got home. Yeah, right! I found out
> that he worked in the Signal Department and went
> up there as soon as I got off to find this guy.
> Unfortunately, he had already been shipped
> out-fired! The guy I talked to asked me if the
> I.R.S or the F.B.I. had been in contact with me
> yet. WHAT?? Yeah, they were looking for him too. I
> got his full name, social security number and
> employee number from them. They all knew me and
> knew what a predicament I was in. I went home and
> about 7 pm my phone rang. It was the girls looking
> for "him". Seems they hitchhiked from home to
> Stockton and found my name and number in the local
> phone book and called me. After getting their
> butts chewed out by me, my wife got on the phone
> and chewed them out too. They hung up rather
> quickly when that happened. THEN, the door bell
> rang. Now what? Well, you guessed it, it was the
> local police Detective with a badge the size of a
> garbage can lid. They wanted to chat with me.
> After I explained this whole story to them, they
> just shook their heads and said apparently I could
> not have made this up, so they left me to figure
> out where this idiot was and to try to find him.
> The following day, I was at work and as I was
> going about my business, a nice, shiny automobile
> showed up. A well dressed guy got out with a new
> shiny white hard hat. A BOSS of some type! Well,
> he asked for me by name. I introduced myself and
> he said "You are the one that is messing me up at
> home with my wife!". Imagine that, ANOTHER GUY
> FROM THE W.P. WITH THE SAME NAME AS MINE AND THE
> IDIOTS!. I sat him down and explained the whole
> mess to him. He was an Electrical Superintendent,
> I think out of the San Francisco office. He was
> getting nasty calls at his office about the idiot.
> I assured him it was not me and we both had a good
> laugh. At least till I asked if he had been
> contacted by the I.R.S or the F.B.I.!! The look on
> his face was priceless! I never did hear what
> happened to the idiot, but at least I did not have
> to go to jail to prove my innocence.