my dad has this yearly tradition of getting a keg of unpasteurized german beer sent to our house for either the 4th of july or his birthday, at which point it sits out on the back porch in a barrell of ice until people kill it...usually means everyone is super drunk for like 3 straight days cause it's heavy stuff and there's only a few people working it
anyway, one day last summer when this was going on, we were sitting on the back porch doing business on the thing and my dad, being halfway drunk, told me i was concieve on the Paris-to-Munich leg of a train called the Orient Express that runs from western europe to, you guessed it, the Orient...after that, until i was about 5  or 6 years old, he would yell "AH, THE EXPRESS HAS ARRIVED" every time i walked into a room where he and his friends were hanging out and having drinks.
so yeah, i was an inside sex joke between my parents and their friends for over half a decade...at first when he told me this i was weirded out, but some of my friends call me The Express sometimes ever since i told them the story...funny i guess, i suppose i cant do anything but embrace it, it's better than "i knocked your mom up in the bathroom at hardees and we had to have a shotgun wedding"