We were standing in a painfully long line for some national monument, and I ran up to the front to ask the officer if I could just hop over the line and run to the toilet. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Hangover?" I was clueless, because not only was I not hungover, I didn't look it--I don't think. Anyway, it must have shown on my face, because he quickly clarified "Your shirt, Hangover Bear, right?" It was Couldn't Care Less Bear! But to this day, Hangover Bear is my bear's alternate name.