My friend's name is Garlic because as a cranky fourth grader I got tired of yelling out "Kathy" and having ten or so girls turn around thinking I meant them and started calling her that because it sounded good with her last name.

Despite her best efforts at the time (which included a failed attempt at giving me a new nickname), it stuck. Now she's grateful for the unusual name, which she uses professionally (with much success, mind you) and is what everyone -- including her own family -- now calls her.

Every time she meets new people they always ask "Why Garlic?" and she has to tell them this story. My legacy lives on!