(Posting anonymously because I'm still embarrassed about this.)
During the first few weeks of my job as a legal intern at a smallish firm, my work was mostly filing and delivering documents to courts or opposing counsel in urgent (deadline-imminent) situations. On a Friday afternoon, the partner I worked for asked me to deliver a box of documents to a nearby big-law firm. When I arrived at the office, I told the receptionist I had a delivery for "Attorney Jones," and she told me that she was out of town but her assistant was down the hall. After walking down the hall, getting lost, and asking for help I was pointed upstairs to Jones's office. Her office was empty, but the door was open, so I placed the box on her chair as was customary for the attorneys at the firm where I worked. To make sure she received it, I knocked on the next door and told the attorney the firm I was from and that I was dropping off documents.
She. flipped. out. She yelled at me for a good 10 minutes because I had ventured into the attorney office area about me being from "opposing counsel" and that there were "numerous documents" with "attorney client privilege,' etc. She asked me several times if I was "serving her" (I had no idea, but I was pretty sure I wasn't). When I told her I had been pointed there by reception, she brought me down there and yelled at the receptionist for 5 minutes. At this point I (a rising college freshman) was terrified and certain that I was going to get my firm in trouble. When she threatened to call the named partner in charge of the firm and asked for my name, I froze. As an avid baseball fan, the first names I thought of were "Juan Pierre" and "Jose Reyes." I decided my fake name needed to be somewhat more consistent with my ethnicity and settled on "Francis Cooper." I wrote the name down for the attorney and slunk back to my firm.
Rather than telling anyone what happened, I wrote a note that explained the story, placed it on my boss's desk, and left for the day.
The next day, the partner I worked for called me in. He was extraordinarily kind in telling me the firm expected a certain degree of professionalism and there was no situation that merited a fake name. He also told me there were a lot of people in the legal profession with a **** up their ****. Then he added, "And what the hell were you thinking getting inside her office and not bringing me back any information?"