You look around for -- what was her name? Angela, right. You don't see her, but what you do see is a man coming up to you.
"Excuse me, sir," he says, "I know you're very busy, but my mother is very ill, and we don't have health insurance..."
Other people start noticing you. They surround you, all talking at once. "I've got a great investment..." "...I'm sure we could wipe out the disease with a generous contribution..." "...can I have an autograph?" People are even leaving the ticket line at the theater to come over, join the crowd, and start trying to talk to you. You're feeling claustrophobic and can barely breathe in the crush of people.
Finally, you get an idea. "You all must have me confused with someone else," you say.
Suddenly, the volume level drops noticeably, and the crowd stops pushing against you. "I don't think it's him," says a voice. There's some murmuring, and then the group starts to disperse, with a few people mumbling "sorry" as they leave.
Obviously, the problem is that the second-richest man in the world is very well- known, which means you could be recognized and asked for money wherever you go. You realize that money itself really isn't all that important to you, given that with your power, you can have whatever you want just by saying it.
You say, "I'm not the second-richest man in the world."