My mom's got these nylon zippered cube-like pouches that go in your suitcase to help you pack, every time she calls them by what I guess must be the brand name of "Pack-mates", I always think the wrong thing first. "Are you going to be using the Pack-mates?" - is it really any business of yours?!? Oh, wait...
And we've got ice cream trucks that say "Mr. Softee" on the side, given the variety of names the Mr. Limpy packer's called, I can never keep a straight face when I see one. Though in the right company, the ice cream truck can be a great conversation starter - it *did* get me some...and I don't mean ice cream!