My Bride: "What are the neighbors' names again? The couple next door? Me: "Bentley and Molly." Mai: "Not the dogs, their owners." Me: "Why the hell would I know THAT?"
My Bride: "What are the neighbors' names again? The couple next door? Me: "Bentley and Molly." Mai: "Not the dogs, their owners." Me: "Why the hell would I know THAT?"
Similar effect among owners of classic cars: “Just ask Dave.” – “Who’s Dave?” – “Drives a ‘63 white-over-blue Samba ...” – “Ah, *he*’s called Dave? I must remember that.” (Spoiler: he won’t ever remember that.)
Truth!
Same in my house, kinda. Husband: who lives in that house a few doors down? Me: which house? What dogs live there?