Paul, Like The Pope

I was waiting for the elevator in our lobby today when I overheard two people meet each other for the first time. It was a fairly simple conversation with the standard "What floor are you going to? Oh, really? I'm one above you. Are you new here? Haven't seen you before." Blah Blah Blah boring smalltalk, until...

So what's your name?

Andrew, like the President.

Andrew?

Yup, just like the President...

Sadly, this is where I lost the conversation. But I remain perplexed. I mean...like the President? There have been two Presidents named Andrew, Jackson and Johnson. Andrew Johnson took over for Lincoln in 1865, there hasn't been a President Andrew anything since.

Is this guy just incredibly stupid? Is he involved in some sort of inside joke which I just clearly don't get? Do you get it? He has to know our President's name, doesn't he?

Maybe he meant a well known president of something else: a major corporation, a national organization, possibly even another country as unlikely as that is.

I really wish I hadn't been mobbed onto the elevator and I could've heard what the other guy said next, but since I didn't I'm going to have to reconstruct the conversation as I assume it happened...

Yup, just like the President.

You know the President's name is George, right?

Not in the 5th dimension.

Okay weirdo, I think I'm just gonna grab the next elevator.

The brown cow chews cud at midnight.

Look buddy, I don't know what kind of crazy game you're playing, or if this is some kinda prank...

I have been sent to protect you by your son from the future, the fate of all humanity rests on getting you to Worcester before the first Apple Blossoms bloom...they're beautiful in the springtime, don't you think?

I'm going to have to call security. SECURITY!!!

We will meet again Raxigin, for now I know your true identity.

I can't believe that guy works one floor below me, and how did he figure out my secret identity?

Nothing surprises me in this place.