Hombre, my absolute weakest trait is remembering names. I'm HORRIBLE at it and many times, it's been extremely embarrassing over the years. Especially when I was in sales. I could have an excellent customer come in, one I see regularly, who may have even slipped me a $100 tip for Christmas ... but for the life of me, the next time he/she would come in, I'd hurriedly pull their file to get their name before I'd speak to them. What helped me was the VIN on their dash, so I'd snag a glance and pull their file before they had a chance to get out of the car. It's been a life-long curse actually.

Lynn on the other hand, has a mind like a steel trap when it come to names (and faces). She can meet someone ONE time and never see them again for 10-years, then run into them somewhere and not only refer to them by name, but ask about his/her spouse is doing (by name), how their kids are (by name) and even their dang cat or dog! And no, I'm not exaggerating one bit here. She f's with me constantly just to rub it in. I'll go to the VA to see a specialist and as soon as we'd walk out of the office, she'd ask me what my doctor's name is ... and I'd have no clue. We could be at some social gathering and somebody would introduce themselves to me, we'd chat a while and as soon as I'd turn away, she'd ask me if I remember his/her name (I'd be clueless).

The same with descriptions ... I'm just as as bad, or worse. I'll talk with someone and as soon as I turn away, Lynn will again mess with me and ask what color hair he/she had ... or if they wore glasses ... or if the dude had a beard or mustache ... 95% of the time, I'd have no clue although I'd been talking with them 30-seconds prior. I've always thought what a lousy witness I'd be if I ever witnessed a murder! Now, THIS just proves how clueless I really am at times. Years ago, we were at a gathering and some gal came up to me, hollered my name and gave me a big hug. She proceeded with small talk ... asking how I've been doing, etc. and I'd fumble through with the answers. Afterwards, I said something to Lynn along the lines of, "She looked familiar, but who TF was she?" Lynn proceeded to point out my dumbassery, then informed me she was one of the gals I was dating when Lynn and I met! Then she told me her name and that's when I remembered her! I swear on a stack of bibles, that's a true story. It's a curse I tell ya'!

'Course, most days I can't tell you what I had for breakfast either.