Three and half years ago, when we moved into the area, we met a lot of new people at church. At the time, the bishop's daughter and her husband lived in the ward. Their last name was "Finlayson". I thought it was a delightfully fun word to say, and pretty soon, I started calling Gary "Friend-layson". Shortly thereafter, and before we actually met and got to know them, the Finlaysons moved away.
Flash forward three years. "Friend-layson" has pretty much become Gary's name to me. And Gary sometimes calls me "Love-layson" and we often call our dog "Rage-layson".
One day, I was chatting with the bishop's wife after church and she was telling me about her daughter's family coming to visit. "Maybe you know them," she said, "the Finlaysons." I immediately thought, "WHOA!! Finlayson?! That's just like Gary's name! What are the odds of that happ--- oh. wait. oh duh. The odds are 1."