Misnomer

So Diane, Rolene and I are enjoying our free lunch, catered by the Intercontinental for the purpose of Orienetation, when the Orientation coordinator takes the mic.

"I have some more e-mail addresses! When I call your name, please come up to collect your package from IT."

He calls out a few names and then "Frederick Eastwood!"

"Oh, that guy is not going to like his e-mail address," I tell the girls. I am IT; I am in the know.

"Why not?" asks Diane

"Because his name is Barry."