1. My super was an Indian man in his mid-60s. He asked that we call him Rambo. He never shared his actual name with my wife and I (although, certainly, we saw it on his mail).  Possibly because he didn't think we could pronounce it, but more likely, he just didn't want us to know his name. 

2. When we first moved into the multifamily house in Brooklyn, we were immediately greeted by a roach problem.  This was my conversation with Rambo on the topic.

ME: Hey, can you call your exterminator?
RAMBO: Exterminator?
ME: Yeah, we have roaches.