The people who I lie to about my identity most are the peeps at Starbucks..
Whenever they ask me my name I usually go by "Vern. V-E-R-N. Vern" I like the name Vern, and its nice to pretend to be Vern, Vern drinks coffee (rachel does not) Vern pretends to like the new Paul McCartney CD on sale (rachel thinks Paul McCartney is a sellout) Vern reads The Financial Review (rachels eyes glaze over and she tries to keep drool off her shirt). It's good to be Vern. Verns order is never fucked up. Vern leaves a nice tip..
However, if i'm on a plane i'll make up a huge story about my identity to tell the person sitting next to me, I once told this really nice family that my name was Mallory and I had a twin sister called Valery. It was all I could to contain myself to not get up mid-flight and put on a different top and pretend to be my non-existant twin sister.