In my past job there was this single chick working in our office of 10. We acted like a bunch of zealous elder brothers screening all the eager solicitors showing up there seeking her for... powerful reasons (both 2 of them).
One of them seemed to be somewhat successful, and started calling her sometimes at the office, so we learned his first name was Elvis. Apparently his father was a big fan.
So, from there every day at 7:30 when he showed to pick her up, every pair of speakers at the office joined a cacophony of mixed tunes from the King himself... The guy stood there waiting with a very red face while she screamed at us.