Now I can't lie. I have a terrible memory.  I'm the kinda person who looks at the signs on the freeway, says "I gotta take the next exit," then drives past the exit.  I have to stop and think when someone asks my age.  I once actually did lose my car.  It was only for about 5 minutes but I still almost thought it might have been stolen.

I forget to take out the garbage; I forget what I'm supposed to buy at the store; sometimes I even turn the water in the shower off before I remember to rinse off.

Okay I suppose it can be said that my memory isn't entirely that bad.  Some might even call it selective.  I memorize songs, movie lines, dates movies are going to be released (both theatre and DVD.)  I can tell you phone numbers of people I haven't called in almost 20 years.  I know the combinations of locks I've long since lost.

I remember my anniversary.  Even got married in 2000 so I wouldn't have to think too hard about how many years I've been married.

I definitely remember where I'm spending my money.  I can tell you how much I paid, where and when I got every LEGO set I own. (And that's a LOT!!  Just ask my wife!)

This might seem like a lot of useless information but it actually is leading up to a point.  And that point is how stupid some of our (where I work) customers can be.  I work in a pharmacy that contains the word "Script" in its name.  We have some patrons that conveniently forget that they have picked up prescriptions here and tell their cedit card companies that these charges are unauthorized.  Now we have to waste our time to prove to the credit card  folks that we're legit.

We got a phone call from a local police department the other day investigating fraudulent charges on some woman's credit card.  The idiot woman thought someone had used her card to purchase theatre tickets.  (Remember the word "Script"?)  It was a prescription for her cat she had paid for and forgot about.

Now I admit I have come across things on my credit card statement that didn't seem familiar.  You know what I do when that happens?  No, I don't call the cops.  No, I don't immediately call the credit card folks and cry fraud.  I call that little 800 number on the statement and figure out what I've forgotten.  Usually it's something I've purchased online and the name doesn't jive with what I have in my mind.  I don't start stressing about identity theft.  No one would want to take on my identity anyway...too much trouble associated with it.

Did you know there are some people out there that don't remember their parents' birthdays?  It's a bunch of those knucklefucks that put everything in their PDA's.  We all know one.  You know the one I'm talking about: "I can't function without my PDA.  My entire life is in there."

I better stop now.  This is turning into my "Why I hate technology" speech.