For some reason I knew that residents of Quebec are called Québécois, and yet I can never remember people's names, where my keys are, or important dates, let alone who I am going to see.
The other day I went for a followup Doctor's visit (diagnosis: fat). I checked in, and the woman behind the counter said, 'What doctor are you here to see?'
I replied, 'I don't know. I can't remember her name.'
'Well, when were you here last?'
'Umm... hard to say. It wasn't that long ago,' I said deep in thought.
She continued, 'Do you remember if you registered as a patient?'
'Not exactly, but the Doctor did see me, so that's a good sign, right?'
It just got worse, folks.