OK. So we all know that I am really particularly bad at remembering people’s names.
Getting this telescope. Very Very Exciting. And from a new local start up astronomy business, and that is also very very exciting. Kevin talks to the owner a lot in deciding which to get. The man’s name is Kendall. I work and work and work at remembering this, because I know I’ll need to ask a lot of questions myself, and it is much more friendly if you know the guy’s name.
I practice mneumonics. I write it down over and over. I use every memory trick in the book. I have a friend with the same name, and that helps. I eventually, many months, come to a point where I can remember his name in less than a minute of concentration. I can think of his name, and then call. I’m feeling pretty good about this.
Day comes. We go pick up the new telescope. His daughter is there with him, she is introduced, -whoosh- goes here name out of my head. His daughter brought their young cat with them, soft beautiful calico about 6 to 8 months old. Pet and play and generally have a wonderful time. Kevin is also there, so we do manage to leave eventually, and remember to take the telescope.
Run into some problems with assembly. Call -Kendall- (I know his name, see) and ask if he’ll be in on Saturday. Yes, he says, and his daughter will be in the shop, too (daughter is under 10, very young girl). Oh, I say excitedly, and you can bring Patches!
I then start laughing internally. In two, three weeks time, I haven’t thought of this cat. I had to push and pull and trick myself into remembering the person’s name (and couldn’t tell you his daughter’s name) with months of effort. One meeting, three weeks later, and the cat’s name is right there. No recall trouble whatsoever.
Methinks my trouble with people names is that perhaps I really am not paying that much attention to people. Not deliberately, you understand. But .. well … I knew the cat’s name. I like cats….